Dirty Old Town
I love St. Patrick's Day. My passion for it started sometime during my childhood because I went to Catholic school with Irish-American kids. They would all bring Irish treats to school and the teachers always had activities for us. Since then, I have always tried to celebrate the holiday, even if in a small way. I even got my tattoo on St. Patrick's Day when I was 18 (my tattoo is now 5 years old). Since high school, the St. Patrick's Day festivities have gotten better. However, this year it was "go big or go home". I mean, I now live in Boston, the mecca of Irish immigrants. There was no way I was going to just go to a bar and drink green beer. Instead, to celebrate, we went down to Southie on Sunday to watch the parade, make some new friends, and get sloppy.
The festivities started a bit later than planned since we'd been out drinking the night before. Still, we pulled through and were happily sipping our screwdrivers and eating blueberry pancakes by 11:30am. After brunch, we watched some of the parade outside and then headed for a house party located on the main route of the parade. The party was mostly uneventful but I met some interesting people and even had a showdown on flexibility with an Olympic contestant (he's a wrestler and marched in the parade). Most importantly, I won. Booyah! Also, we had a very fun T ride home while riding on the red line. Our car broke out into spontaneous clapping, dancing, and yelling "woo woo woo". I really appreciated this occurrence since comradely events such as this one rarely happen in cities. It made me really happy to be living in Boston. All in all, it was a great day. I'm already planning next year's celebration since it has to top this year's. I'm thinking a trip to Dublin for their take on the St. Patrick's Day parade. We'll see...
I hope you all celebrated this wonderful holiday by either wearing green, enjoying Irish cuisine, or partaking in some festivities. After all, everyone is Irish on March 17th.
Sláinte!
Comments
I had to walk with my head down on St. Patrick's day in NYC. There was so much vomit on the streets I couldn't NOT watch where I was stepping, or hopping for that matter haha ohh the drunkenness...
Posted by: Deniz | March 24, 2008 11:23 AM