I've never been a big fan of
Saint Patrick's Day. The green beer, the crowds in the bars, I just don't get
it. Okay, snakes. Saint Patrick got the snakes out of Ireland. Apparently he
sent them to the New World in the form of politicians. Anyway, I'd like to know
how did it go from snakes to blind drunkenness? And then there is my favorite
movie channel, Turner Classic Movies. All day long they play corny Irish themed
movies on March 17th. It's almost as bad as when they play all those horrible
Elvis Presley movies on Elvis' birthday. To top that all off, every year Mark
insists that we have corned beef, with stewed cabbage, potatoes, and carrots on
this day. I do like the corned beef, but that cabbage. Pee Yew. I hate the
cabbage and the cooked carrots, and those potatoes have no flavor at all.
Simply boiled potatoes. What a waste of a meal. No, Saint Patrick's Day means
nothing to me. I will still have my one vodka cocktail in the evening, but I won't be going out to some bar to drink some green beer. Besides, all the bars have
been shut down by the mayor. Cheers!
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