I am part Irish on my Mom's side, so I can honestly wear the "Kiss me...I'm Irish" apparel...
If I had any....
Or if I wanted slobbery kisses from green beer drinking wannabe leprechauns....
At one point I did want those kisses....
Or at least I thought I did...
It was not too long after my big D from the Asshole Ex....
I was feeling unloved and ugly and unappreciated...
And I was out to remedy that...
I could drink and have fun with the rest of the world...
Or at least I could try....
And what better day to try than St. Patty's Day....
Or so I thought....
I would like to tell you all about it....
But I do not remember too much after about 7:00 AM that day....
I am probably better off not remembering too much...
I have heard stories...
Stories that should make me cringe...
And hide my head (and other parts) in shame...
But, hey, it was all in fun...
And with the best group of friends I could ask for at the time...
We let each other be who we needed to be...
And watched out for each other ...
Sort of...
I think...
But since I cannot share with you the memories of that fun time..
Let me share with you, my blogger friends, one of my favorite Irish toasts...
When we drink, we get drunk.
When we get drunk, we fall asleep.
When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.
When we commit no sin, we go to heaven.
So, let's all get drunk, and go to heaven!
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That's one Irish toast I've never heard before, and it's a marvelous justification for being a drunk. :)
Not that I needed any justification:)
All I have to say is Amen (as I take a swig of my Bailey's and Cream -- or will tonight, I should say, it's a wee bit early to take a swig now).
Never too early for Irish coffee:)
Just kidding..I am forcing myself to wait til the workday is almost over...
Happy St. Patrick's Day!!
Thanks, WW...and back at ya:)
Sounds like a good rationale to me. Not that I needed one, when I used to drink. Original blog (and profile pic).
Thanks for visiting and following, Elliot.
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