How's everybody feeling this morning?
I'm super, thanks for asking. She Who Shall Not Be Named woke up about 6:45, meaning my decision to go to bed at 11:30 (after a mere three beers) look like sheer genius. It was an uneventful St. Paddy's Day, marked by watching college basketball and talking with my friend JudyCK (no relation to Louis) on the phone for about 90 minutes.
Of course, not celebrating yesterday is more in keeping with my heritage anyway. The awful truth is, while I do have a little Irish in me (it was just a phase in college, I swear), that section of the family migrated to the Emerald Isle from...France. They fled, like all the other Huguenots, after Louis XIV revoked the Edict of Nantes in 1685. My direct ancestor settled, improbably, in Scotland for a time, then moved on to County Donegal in Ulster.
It was that or South Africa.
There are a depressing number of "Rev." prefixes in the family histories I have, as they were all heavily involved in the chruch and, here's the rub, teetotalers. They were also fairly wealthy and, my personal favorite, integral in introducing temperance and Protestantism to Ireland. You're welcome.
The Wife says (half jokingly, I'm sure) that my ancestors probably kicked her Roman Catholic ones off their land. I just nod sagely and savor the irony every time she shoves me over to the edge of our bed.
So, needless to say, it's not a holiday I feel I have a lot of personal stake in. Hope you guys had fun, though. And enjoy the lake of fire.
We'll talk again when Oktoberfest rolls around.
Personally I'd say that any St. Patty's Day spent talking to me on the phone while drinking is a more than uneventful :-) In cue, my little terror also awoke at 6:45am. What happened to my youth?