Last week we arbitrarily boozed up to celebrate Mardi Gras boobies, and tonight we arbitrarily drink to celebrate the Patron Saint of Kegs and Eggs. Yes, it is St. Patrick’s Day, the holiest of holy drinking holidays when we honor the ancient Irish traditions of wearing green thongs, binge drinking, and pinching people's privates. Go forth and enjoy some green beer until you puke, for Ireland.
The wife and I are going to walk down to the local pub and eat burger and hoist a few. Unfortunately I spaced out and failed to start marinating a brisket so no homemade corned beef tonight. My partially Irish wife will probably beat me in the true Irish tradition. *JOY* But while I’m posting I might as well complain about one the greatest abominations of this otherwise fine holiday. Green beer. Nuffsaid.
Should you be in Savannah, it is traditional to go to Pinkie Masters for a brew or ten before and during the parade. Uncertain what you do afterward; it usually works out to something you wouldn't do usually.
The wife and I are going to walk down to the local pub and eat burger and hoist a few. Unfortunately I spaced out and failed to start marinating a brisket so no homemade corned beef tonight. My partially Irish wife will probably beat me in the true Irish tradition. *JOY* But while I’m posting I might as well complain about one the greatest abominations of this otherwise fine holiday. Green beer. Nuffsaid.
apparently they are also anti-irish.
Should you be in Savannah, it is traditional to go to Pinkie Masters for a brew or ten before and during the parade. Uncertain what you do afterward; it usually works out to something you wouldn't do usually.