Not being Irish, I’ve never been much for celebrating St. Paddy’s day. Other than wearing green to avoid the ever obnoxious pinching routine from the “leprechauns”. I’ve never cared much for beer, so green beer appeals to me even less. I did once buy a dozen green bagels for my kids and make some ready-made Pillsbury shamrock cookies from the store.
Shamrock shakes were never my thing being that anything Spearmint flavored makes my stomach turn from a bad Titrilac, experience as a child. My Mother thought a couple of chewable Titrilac pills would help alleviate my flu symptoms. Quite the contrary, they sent me running to the bathroom. Now anything spearmint brings me right back to that day and how horrible I felt. Incidentally, just the smell of corned beef and cabbage pretty much does the same, no experience required.
So you probably are wondering, why would I wish you a Happy St. Patrick’s Day if the thought of all things “Irish”, or at least as Irish as it gets here in America, make me ill. I’ll tell you. My husband, Kevin Dougherty. As if the name weren’t Irish enough. My husband and his family are full-blooded Irish and celebrate all things as so. St. Paddy’s day is their biggest day of the year. Of course no self-respecting Irish person needs an excuse to drink, but today is the one day where they are expected to.
I’m not much of a drinker, and thankfully for me, my husband no longer drinks either. Recovering Irish we call him. Our plans for today were to celebrate by taking the kids out for some good old-fashioned Irish fun out at Tempe Town Lake to listen to Flogging Molly live, eat some street fair food, and avoid the all the, Irish for a day, drunks. Well, drunk or not, Flogging Molly always puts on a good show, not to mention, the local street fair foods never disappoint. Unfortunately, we will be able to do none of this. So now we have come full circle. My daughter and I both have the stomach flu, and as much as us getting sick in the streets today may seem normal to any bystanders who believe us to be equally as drunk as they are. We prefer to stay home, suffer in silence, and stay away from the Titrilac.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!