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Mar. 14th, 2003 04:47 pmSt. Patrick's weekend. As a non-Irish, and non-Christian, I shouldn't be so... celebratory. However, I live in an Irish community. Which says a lot.
Basically, since St. Patrick's Day is Monday, the festivities started today at... 9:00. At least, that's the time when my philosophy teacher handed me my first cup of Irish coffee, and we had 2 more before going to class. (I like that man, really) As there was more Irish than coffee, it was... interesting, to say the least.
The pub across from college imports Harp and Guinness, and makes special meals all weekend. The towns are decorated in green. Parades on Sunday (we've the third biggest in North America. Probably because the organizing committee hands out Irish Coffee. *smirk*)The campus director wandered around all day with a cup in his hand (in varying degrees of emptiness), a green hat on his head, and a vacant (or drunken) expression on his face. Now, tell me, where else would you see this?
I don't usually drink whiskey. However, the entire weekend is an excuse to go out, party, dance, pub-crawl, and just generally drink whiskey, which seems to be available in generous quantities.
So... Off we go... The weekend, from 9 in the morning on Friday to about the same time monday, is spent like that. It's lovely. The perfect recipe for a pounding headache, but it's worth it.
Trust me.
Basically, since St. Patrick's Day is Monday, the festivities started today at... 9:00. At least, that's the time when my philosophy teacher handed me my first cup of Irish coffee, and we had 2 more before going to class. (I like that man, really) As there was more Irish than coffee, it was... interesting, to say the least.
The pub across from college imports Harp and Guinness, and makes special meals all weekend. The towns are decorated in green. Parades on Sunday (we've the third biggest in North America. Probably because the organizing committee hands out Irish Coffee. *smirk*)The campus director wandered around all day with a cup in his hand (in varying degrees of emptiness), a green hat on his head, and a vacant (or drunken) expression on his face. Now, tell me, where else would you see this?
I don't usually drink whiskey. However, the entire weekend is an excuse to go out, party, dance, pub-crawl, and just generally drink whiskey, which seems to be available in generous quantities.
So... Off we go... The weekend, from 9 in the morning on Friday to about the same time monday, is spent like that. It's lovely. The perfect recipe for a pounding headache, but it's worth it.
Trust me.