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As you all know, St. Patrick's Day was yesterday. Go here to find out your leprechaun name: mine is Greenie Bottlesipper.
St. Patrick's Day in NYC can be quite loverly. The air is filled with the sound of bagpipes and jolly people in funny hats stand outside of Irish pubs drinking green beer. It is magically delicious.
Once upon a time, we lived on the Upper East Side. (For those of you unfamiliar with Manhattan, that is where George and Wheezy mooo-ooved on up to.) The Upper East Side is traditionally where many of New York's finest police and firemen gather after the big St. Patty's parade to get their drunk on and sing Danny Boy. One St. Pat's, some time ago, Sexyhusbandomine and I were returning from work in our car and turned a corner, nearly colliding with a drunken man who had stumbled into the crosswalk against the light. He looked at us for a moment, reached into his waistband and pulled out a gun, and aimed it right at our windshield. He then continued to stumble across the street, made it to a corner mailbox and threw up in it.
Ah, St. Patty's Day in The Citay: almost as good as New Year's Eve.
18 comments:
Wowza. If that were me I'd have to hurry home to change my britches.
- Amy (aka Midge Cloverhopper)
In honor of the death of St Patrick, we ate Mexican food. Not very Irish, huh? But the margaritas were green, so at least we kept the theme going...
Greenie O'Taters
(aka Sheila)
Holy cripes...I don't know which is worse...having the gun pointed at you or watching the guy throw up. They're both pretty bad.
You're gonna think I'm makin' this up, but unfortunately I'm not... me own grrrrandfither, himself of Irish descent, drank himself blind. The wee little man stumbled out into the streets of Fort Worth, Texas, and got hit (and killed) by a city bus. Tragic. I don't remember him as all this happened before my first birthday, but supposedly I take after him. Hmmm... Explains a lot... {giggle}
I was once in Manhattan on just a random summer evening and saw a guy pull out a gun and start shooting. We were stopped at a red light. Needless to say, we got moving as quickly as possible. Apparently, loonies with guns at intersections is fairly normal. Yikes! (but totally worth it for the cultural aspect).
I, Twitchy O'Gold, thinks I should stay here in the safe confines of Texas where we're all packing heat so no one has the advantage....
BTW, WTF? Twitchy O'Gold???
Now I ask you - "Stinky Cloverhopper"!
Is that any way to treat a grandma?
Tiny O'Shamrock
You could have seen my sister Carol marching about yelling Up DOWN! and playing the drums had you gone to the parade yesterday.
PS.
You may call me Twindle O'Shamrock
Apparently, I'm related to Kip!
Oye to be sure, I lerve N.Y.
Top of the mornin to you Patty.
~your wee little buddy Cabbaged McLiver.
Hi! I'm Twitchy Twinkletoes!
Seems to be quite a few Twitchys in your comments.
Wow, I'm making a note to be in the Upper East Side next St Patrick's day cuz it's been so long since I crapped my pants!
Paddy McPixie??!!!??!!?!?!?!?!!!!! The mind boggles!
Holy McCrap !!!! And that is why NYC and I don't get along.
Twitchy Rainbowchaser. WHAT?!
I am (apparently) of Irish descent and German too. I didn't stand a chance trying to avoid the alcohol... But I'm not complaining. :)
I celebrated St. Paddy's day by drinking Perrier, which comes in a green bottle.
And then I returned to my monastery well before curfew.
OKay, I give in.
Sincerely,
Freckles Greentoes.
let's house swap next st. patrick's day!!
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