Erin go Brauh, leaping leprechauns, kiss me I'm Irish, and all that. And I mean that, I'm Irish. Half. On the poor, Catholic side ;) I love my Irish roots -- my dad and uncles looked like adverts for the old country if in their tweed caps. I would post a photo proving my claim, but they are boxed away for now.
Instead I will post a video of a family friend, relatively recently departed, singing a beautiful Irish classic right down the road from my home town, in a church belonging to the same parish I used to attend when a wee cailín.
Closer to home today, we did get a visit from the trickster leprechaun. He was up to his usual shenanigans, maybe not as much as last year, but still mixing it up.
|Nice of him to at least leave a pot of gold under the rainbow|
When it was finally time for me to have a St Patty's Day beer, I opted for a local brew, yes, American, but, not without ties to the Emerald Isle, albeit loose ones.
I was planning on opting for an Irish beer, I really was, but I simply could not turn down my favorite type, an India Pale Ale, with the juicy name of Kismet. I mean, after all one of the word's meanings is luck, and those Irish have it, or so they say, so I say it counts - a totally Irish brew.
Plus, with a leprechaun name like Daffodil O'Rainbow, I'm not immune to the marketing tricks like: "The cosmos have aligned and fate has brought us together."
Yes, indeed, belated Happy St Patrick's day and Kissy Irish kismet to you.