Cead mile failte, my dear readers.
It's Green Day! No. Not the band. Stop. You're aging yourself. Nope...today is the day that 98% of the country claims Irish heritage. The other 2% would like to, but can't seem to get away with it.
To commemorate, I thought I'd jot down a few of my favorite recent St. Paddy's Day memories:
Going out downtown SLO and seeing a man dressed as a leprechaun. You may laugh, but he was getting kissed by nearly every girl in the bar. Betcha he got free drinks too.
St. Paddy's Day after-party with Adam and Danielle. We wore our "Dublin Rocks" (because it does, you know) T-shirts while Chad and Adam donned green plastic bowlers.
Melissa giving me a button one year waaay back when I was single that said "Kiss me if you're Irish or Italian or French or Spanish or..." Ahhh...good times.
And then this year...
A leprechaun visited our house last night and caused all sorts of mischief. He even turned the milk green!
I hope that you all have a fantastically fun day and may the luck o' the Irish shine upon you.
Sláinte mhaith!
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