Today is St. Patrick’s Day, that lovely day when I get to celebrate being Irish by getting wasted and yelling about stuff.
If you know me then you know that this is the way I celebrate pretty much anything (you got the gum off your shoe? Let’s drink! You found that stapler you lost? Let’s drink!) but today is different.
It’s separate from all my other drinking escapades (love that Janet Jackson song) because today is the one day when I am expected to yell about stuff.
In the last two weeks I’ve met some bloggers for the first time and afterward, on both occasions, I came away with a distinct feeling that maybe I should warn people about how loud I get when I drink.
It’s not like any of those people were offended or anything. But I sense that people don’t really get that when I rant on this blog, it is because I rant like that in real life. Just ask Ari, J.P. and my friend Dave, whose first memory of meeting me at work is having me yell about how they were planning to remake Robocop.
What can I say? I have this unique ability to yell about pretty much anything, and that, one could say, is the Irish in me coming out.
If I had to list my top ten favorite Things To Do, yelling about stuff and drinking would definitely be in there. It might even crack the top five.
Today, on St. Patrick’s Day, these two activities will not only be acceptable tonight after work, they will be welcomed with open arms. Hell, I’ll probably even sing/yell that one Irish song, Danny Boy.
Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling! From glen to glen and other stuff too!
God I love that song.