
Happy St. Paddy’s Day! Slainte! Erin go bra-less!
Today is not only the day where you’re supposed to skip work to pretend to be Irish and drink all day, but also the day where you’re supposed to skip work to watch basketball and drink all day. Soooooo… yeah. I’m going to try to keep up production today, but I’m not gonna lie: I have an HD TV, several cans of Guinness cooling their heels in my fridge, and no supervision whatsoever. There may be some hiccups in the assembly line, so to speak.
By the way, St. Patrick’s Day is always kind of bittersweet for me. I’m as white as they come: all my ancestors are from northern and western Europe — not even a splash of blood from the Mediterranean or a Soviet bloc country — and yet I’m somehow zero percent Irish. There are black guys whose last names begin with “Mc” that can make stronger claims to the Emerald Isle. Ah well, at least I’m a writer with a drinking problem. It doesn’t get much more Irish than that.



St. Pat’s = amateur hour.
Also, smoking o’ the green > wearing o’ the green
Guinness? That’s Protestant stout!
/not really
@UU – you are so right about amateur hour. As a favor to a friend, I’m taking some out of town folk out tonight. The last time I went out after work on St. Patrick’s Day a very drunk Scottish man in a kilt kept trying to grab my boobs. Good times.
@Smello – Yeah, sorry about that.
Anybody else wearing orange today?
Worst day of the year. I work in downtown Boston, my client shuts down, yet I have to come into work, crawling over passed out drunks and enduring Dropkick Murphy songs all day.
On top of it all, I don’t know how to use commas.
One time, I told a friend that my Irish ancestors were Black Irish, not gingery Irish, and she goes, “Oh my god, you’re black?!”
That’s probably funnier if I explain that I, too, am super European white.
Actually, anyone else not wearing green nor orange today?
Northern and Western Europe? I was under the impression that Ufford was of Mexican descent.
Guiness?! I would’ve bet the farm that you’d be partaking in Jameson. It’s yer little icon picture, for pete’s sake. You’ve changed, bro.
St. Patrick’s day blowback? You bitter tightwads! I’ll hear none of it.
/wears green
//orders guinnesses, carbombs
///passes out in gutter
////fights cop
Not wearing orange or green. Waiting for St. Joe’s Day this Saturday. Zeppole!
This might not be of any concern, but shouldn’t be St. Patty’s Day, not St. Paddy’s Day? Isn’t ‘Patty’s’ short for Patrick?
Also, i’m with UU, Can’t wait for some zeppoles on Saturday!
Padraig = Gaelic version of Patrick.
Technically I should be wearing Orange today but it always comes down to transubstantiation versus consubstantiation.
Won’t stop me from cutting out of work early to house guiness, watch basketball, and then spend 30 minutes on the phone convincing my girlfriend to pick me up because I’m too drunk to drive.
I’m with UU and Jim. But, since I married an Irish girl, I get to celebrate by association with my beer-loving in-laws, tonight.
Oh, and it’s my youngest sons’ bday. Yeah, that, too.
Patty, you’d be shocked at the number of people who think that Black Irish means Black.
Jim, we call it a paddywagon because the cops would gather up all the Irish drunks and toss them into the truck…so, I think it can go either way.
My celebrations today include pissing my pants at my desk around noon, taking a 3 hour lunch at the bar, and passing out under my desk covered in vending machine wrappers and empty beer bottles.
I’ll drink a beer tonight in honor of my dad Patrick and for the wee baby Seamus.
“Look out, Itchy – he’s Irish!”
This comment thread didn’t feel complete without that quote.
I’m a combo of black irish and regular irish, and protestant irish and catholic irish. I usually get drunk and then punch myself.
@LaFavre +1 comrade.
@ UU,
Had I known you were going with that quote, I’d have prefaced it with ***Itchy Runs Afoul of an Irishman***
@ Taco,
You have my sympathy for dealing with that dogshit Dropkick Murphy’s music. Some clown-ass Bruins fan threw “For Boston” on the jukebox between periods of the Pens-Bruins game a couple weekends ago. I wanted to stab my eardrums.
St. Patrick wasn’t even Irish, he was British. He was captured by the Irish and made into a slave at 16.
They should have called it Slave Day, but people are pussies and that wouldn’t be politically correct.
Happy Slave Day All!!!
Your drinking mixtape for the day (to be played at the point when you decide you need a break from Gus Johnson):
Popdose’s Ultimate Drinking Mixtape
I’m Black Irish… in the pants.