Another Post Full of Good Wishes!
17 Mar
Pretty much the minute I turned 18 I got my first tattoo. It is a shamrock. This means that even today, I don’t have scramble to find something green to wear, since I have green bits on me perpetually.
I still get pinched sometimes though. I want to tell people their mistake, but then I realize that flashing my lower back might be a bad idea. People won’t take my word for it.
And no, it’s not a tramp stamp. I do have one of those, of course, but it’s in Elvish. You think I’m joking, I can tell.
Anyhow, if I’m remiss about wishing you a good one today, I might be excommunicated from my mother’s side of the family. Irish-Americans are a strange and militant lot about these things. (Educational to those confused by this phenomenon: American Gods. These things take on a life of their own once they get away from home. Fascinating! Ha, see how I slipped in a book rec there?) But I don’t mind, because it’s always an excuse for a new set of Guinness glasses, and I inevitably break one or two of them over the course of the year. Not due to intoxication– if I’ve not broken my martini glasses yet, I can handle anything!– but because I’m just an awful klutz doing the dishes.
So of course: here’s your St. Pat’s Day card.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d better put my new glasses to use.
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Now playing: The Pogues – The Sick Bed Of Cuchulainn
posted with FoxyTunes
Wait, so Ireland has imaginary snakes? That’s adorable!
I’m confused by the whole ‘pinching’ phenomena. Does that really happen? I wouldn’t recommend trying that here.
I’ve just noticed on your short fiction list that two of the stories have green in the title. I think you should promote them for St. Patrick’s Day.
If they have snakes, Natalie, those are the only kind! (Certainly no weirder than imaginary tiny guys with pots of gold, is it? And just as cute!) Supposedly they had real ones at one point, but you know, Old Patrick took care of it. Nice guy!
Cate, I am seriously obsessed with the color. I left out of the post that I wouldn’t have trouble finding something to wear, since most of my closet is one shade of green or another. I write about it, I surround myself with it, I’m tattooed with it. Dear god, I have a problem…
“And this St. Patrick’s Day, please have a look at this story about a disturbing closet, or this one about crazy plants!” I like it.
Also: little kids usually do the pinching. Grown-ups don’t, unless of course they know you and aren’t living in fear of having their hands bitten off. I’ve been known to bite.
I try to use my eyes as my “I am too wearing green!” defense on the off chance I choose not to, and it sometimes works. I’m wearing green today, though!
Huzzah for the Pogues! Good tunes. American Gods…I read you loud and clear.
Guinness rules Martini! I don’t mean taste-wise, but it looks better. ^^
Jen, not a bad defense, even if I still remember your eyes as being virulently turquoise for some inane reason. Irish pub, loads of Guinness, I know you’ll excuse me. Happy birthday, darling!
Aaron, I should’ve suspected you would have similar feelings on the American Gods issue. Yay for the Pogues!
Colin in Mexico, you have a valid point. Martinis also have the weird habit of coming with food in them. Food in your drink is strange, as my friend Keli has often pointed out.
I do love a few olives in mine, though.
Also, I’ve run out of Guinness as of 6 pm, and have moved on to Strongbow. Not very Irish, but there are priorities to consider, here.
“And this St. Patrick’s Day, please have a look at this story about a disturbing closet, or this one about crazy plants!” I like it.
That is awesome.
As is American Gods
As for the snakes – one (strongly held by some) belief is that snakes = Pagans, which would make a lot of sense. Christian guy drives out/kills the unbelievers and converts the nation… that’s definitely going to get you points in the histories written by the winning side. A lot of Pagans wear black on the 17th and have buttons that say “Save the Snakes” or “Bring Back the Snakes”.
I never really got into it in either direction. Mostly I just like me some corned beef, and that’s the only day Mom makes it.