St. Patrick's Day used to be a bigger deal to me when I was younger. I was born the day after St. Patrick's Day so I had a special affinity for the day. I also grew up thinking I was of Irish heritage. That went out the window when we found out my father had been adopted. Then after I had a DNA analysis it really got blown out of the water. I found out most of my ancestors stemmed from England and in particular from around the London area (which is ironic because London is the only place I've ever visited in Europe.
But everyone pretends to be Irish on St. Patrick's Day...or they used to. It seemed like there were more celebrations when i was in my 20s. There used to be more Irish themed bars in Seattle. I remember going to some pretty crazy celebrations in bars packed standing room only and servers passing through with trays of Irish Whiskey shots.
I spent a particularly festive St. Patrick's Day in New Orleans the year I turned 41 and attended an Irish themed parade complete with Irish Princesses on floats throwing cabbage and condoms into the crowds. There were lots of police cars, too, because many of the New Orleans police force are of Irish descent.
But those days are behind me now. I just stay home and let the other Irish wannabe's drink green beer and wear Kiss me I'm Irish pins and t-shirts.
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