Yes, it’s St. Patrick’s Day here (and may be where you are) and some parts of the country go a little hog-wild over it. Perhaps because it’s the first hint of spring. Or all that green beer.
My Irish Eye (the other one’s English)
Even when I imbibed there were certain holidays I just stay home: New Years, Halloween, and Pride come to mind. St. Patrick’s Day isn’t one that seems to be a big one here; we have the LA River but it’s not guaranteed to be running enough to make dying it green worthwhile.
So the green beer is out. I love corned beef, but more the kind I get at the Jewish deli than the one dear old mom used to boil. (Heresy, I know) I am thinking of what green scents I have around that I could break out. I know Ninfeo Mio is in there somewhere? Bandit? Have I got a decant of Vent Vert?
And what about you? Letting your inner Irishman out? Let us know in the comments.
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