They say everyone is Irish on St. Patricks Day.
I say Americans are basically fickle, and will adjust their heritage in a heartbeat for an excuse to party.
Seriously, everybody’s Catholic for Mardi Gras; we’re all German for Oktoberfest, and a diehard football fan at least one day a year – for the SuperBowl.
There is no heritage, ethnicity, or loyalty that cannot be compromised for the sake of celebrating with food and “adult beverages.”
Years ago, I went out for St. Patricks Day with some people who were REALLY into the spirit of the holiday of the Emerald Isle.
The guy had a cassette (yes , I said “cassette” – did you catch that “years ago” part ) of Irish folk music. He played the tape continuously, all the way to the restaurant and back.
And it wasn’t the pure Celtic harmonies. Whether the tunes were jigs or reels, to me, they all sounded, more like an Irish version of the Mexican Hat Dance, playing over and over – AND over again.
After a couple of Irish coffees, I was picturing leprechauns in sombreros driving a Merry-Go-Round, and I just wanted OFF.
A funny memory today; peculiar evening at the time.
Whether you are Irish just today, for a lifetime, or only until May 5, when you become Hispanic for Cinco de Mayo – enjoy!
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