The Wife is over on the Emerald Isle this week, which will - conveniently enough - coincide with St. Patrick's Day. I've been to Ireland twice, once with the missus in 1998, the second time with my mother in 2002. The dichotomy between the way Americans were greeted during the Clinton and Bush administrations was palpable, even if I don't feel much like going into it here.
And why not? Because apparently my father-in-law and his brother, one of The Wife's uncles, are doing their best to alienate themselves on their own terms.
First there's The Father-In-Law, an avowed scotch drinker, who seems unable or unwilling to acknowledge that not every bar in Ireland will carry his preferred booze. I know we expect to be able to drink "Tennessee whiskey" even if we're stuck on a layover in Seattle, but they operate a little differently over there.
Then there's the uncle. When I was informed of his transgressions earlier today, I began fearing for his safety. First, he ordered a Jameson and - horrors - watered it down. When my fine and diplomatic spouse informed him you didn't need to water down Irish whiskey, he promptly approached the bartender and asked if they had any "Irish bourbon."
I'm told everyone managed to exit the place with no bloodshed. Still, it was a near thing.
I hope everyone has a happy and safe St. Patrick's Day. For myself, I'll be picking up a 4-pack of Guinness tomorrow and drinking it while trying to teach She Who Shall Not Be Named how to fight. And all to Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash by the Pogues.
Slaine!!!
My typing is faster than my brain.
I meant to type Slainte!!!
Wait, just one minute mister. Bundle up SHMNBN and hit the cineplex. How am I supposed to shell out hard-earned cash to watch V for Vendetta without your opinion to guide me?
And none of your lazy-pointing-me-to-a-previous-post-shennanigins. I want your opinion of the final product.
Ah, tis a fine papa ye be teachin' the wee one to use that shillelagh. The little colleen will be a Molly Maguirrrre before ye know it. Wusha, wusha, wusha.
They played about half of Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash tonight. Shane started out sober, and got better, then worse, as the night progressed.