It is St. Patrick’s Day and, if you observe Lent, have a day
off to feast and consume alcohol. Of course, most people use it as an excuse to
get shit-faced drunk and become public nuisances.
Growing up, I never really knew why we celebrated St.
Patrick’s Day. The only thing I did know was that it came about a month after
St. Valentine’s Day only instead of giving out valentine cards you were allowed
to pinch anyone not wearing green. I used to purposefully not wear green on St.
Patrick’s Day as a child in protest of being forced to wear something green,
even though it is my favorite color and probably was the most abundant in my
wardrobe. What can I say, it’s the Irish rebel in me.
Anyway, I used to think that being a quarter Irish qualified
me enough and due to that was not required to wear the official green. However,
after my Irish grandmother passed away, I found out she indeed was only half
Irish and that her sister and another sister’s husband were her real mother and
father. So now I’m only twelve-and-a-half percent Irish. Eeek!
So today it looks like I will be wearing my Lucky Charms
shirt (well, one of them anyway) and green scrubs to work. I suppose to help
the day off I should also have a bowl of Lucky Charms cereal, especially since
I’m not as Irish as I used to be.
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