St. Patrick’s Day slipped right past me this year. I didn’t listen to any Celtic music. I didn’t drink any green beer, Irish coffee, or even any Bailey’s Irish Cream. Worse yet, I didn’t even wear any green all day.
There was a time in my life when such a lapse would have been unthinkable. We ALWAYS planned a party around St. Pat’s. Having an ancestor seven generations back that came over from Belfast in 1767 seemed to give me license to celebrate. St. Patrick’s is also the birthday of my usual co-conspiritor, Bob, so it was also an excuse for a party in his honor back in our single days.
So, even though I missed the holiday, here’s a belated Happy Birthday to Bob for the 17th, and a belated Happy Birthday to my brother Steve for the 18th. I’ll just party harder this coming weekend to make up for it.