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Mar 18 04: idea

Okay, I’ll make this quick because I should really really be asleep right now. But I have a meeting with Elena Faro, Tax Lady Extraordinaire, tomorrow at lunch and I’ve been running numbers out so she can crunch them.

St. Patrick’s in this town is ridiculous. Mobs of tourists from god-knows where, plus ten skillion college students and high-school students and the occasional intrepid middle-school student getting drunk and falling into gutters already streaming with green Bud Light. As if it’s not already hard enough to negotiate the sidewalks in Midtown right now. Fie. My mother’s family is of British Isles Mongrel extraction, and there’s some Irish in the soup there somewhere, but this ‘holiday’ does nothing for me. And I’d love to embrace an Old Country, so that’s a disappointment.

So I have a better idea. How ‘bout a pre-Christian Irish Parade? Let’s all paint ourselves with woad and run naked, blue, screaming, and with weapons a-flailing down Fifth Avenue.

Needless to say, ILGO would be welcome in this parade.

Come on, who’s with me?

Commentary

I’m in.

posted by Karen, Mar 18 04 9:28 AM

Nah. That blue paint wreaks havoc on your pores.

posted by Sari, Mar 19 04 10:46 AM

Actually, in Ireland it’s considered more of a religious holiday—people don’t go out and get pissed. Well, no more than they usually do. An Irish friend of mine once told me that on religious holidays (when the pubs are closed) it’s still allowed to serve alcohol on conveyances such as trains and ferries. So people will take a trip somewhere together in order to party en route…dedicated, eh? Or something.

posted by Jamey, Mar 20 04 2:12 AM

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