One Hundred Percent Irish for One Day…

You gotta love St. Patrick’s day. It is a nationally accepted reason to drink in excess. People over forty take off work and tell their boss they would not be coming because they will be drinking until they vomit. And society accepts it.

It might be the only day where in a bar frat boys, Paris Hilton knock-offs, workers for the Democratic Party, old businessmen, mini-van drivin’ parents and an Irish band drink in complete harmony.

I spent more time in a bar on St. Pat’s than at my office: 5:15-1:15. In the end, we had nine people crammed in a booth. Mathematicians, fund-raisers, graphic designers, Seminarians and publishers all were pulling down as much Guinness as we could.
I wish I could tell you a good story about a girl, a fight, a conversation or anything. But it was just eight hours of meandering conversation mixed in with Irish gigs and hugs from the booth next to us. Because, we are all Irish today, my friends.