Moody Meow

Liberal, lunatic lassie, with mood swings and foot-in-mouth syndrome

Only my left ass cheek is Irish

Posted on | March 17, 2009 | No Comments

That would have my grandmother rolling over in her grave. We pride ourselves on our Irish heritage, but what in the hell do I really know about this holiday? Was it manufactured just to have a bunch of white folk go get rowdy and drink beer? Isn’t everyone Irish anyway?

I usually research things like this so I can forget about them two days later and bitch about them next year. I don’t care about St. Patty’s day. It’s like Cinco de Mayo, when everyone suddenly loves Mexicans and Mexican culture and wants to drink with them.

Me? I’m half mexican, half irish mutt and I don’t wait for occasions to drink. I just drink when it feel like it.

And lately I’ve felt pretty crappy post-drinking. I’ve been trying to stick to tea at night. I like the act of drinking (just as I like the act of smoking) in the evening. Water doesn’t cut the mustard, but tea seems to work for me.

So here’s to manufactured holidays, where we wear green, dye rivers, get smashed, and we don’t even know why!

How American.

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