I arrived at work to be informed to go back down to the second floor. Now, if I was parking in the building’s parking garage, I would have come in that way and noticed it myself, but I don’t have a parking spot in the building yet (although I am on a waiting list), so I came in from the outside on the first floor.
Not sure where I should go on the second floor, I waited for another co-worker to arrive so I could venture down with her. Well, apparently I didn’t need to know where to go. I only had to follow the Irish music and that unmistakable smell of popcorn.
I was lei’d with some green beads (mine look like mugs of green beer strung together) and directed to the popcorn, cupcakes, Irish coffee, and punch. Wow! If I had known all that was going to go on, I wouldn’t have bothered to bring my coffee to work or maybe even eat my breakfast (because I’m not one to turn away from free food, whether or not I need it!).
Even though the big green day isn’t until tomorrow, I did wear a green top, green earrings, and a green bracelet. I’m saving my shamrock socks for tomorrow, though.
I may have married an Irish name (McKitrick), but I have Irish in my blood from my parents (my father’s mother and my mother’s mother’s father were born there), the Quigley and Stuart families.
So – do you celebrate St. Patrick’s Day? Normally, all I do is wear green (and yes, I’ve been known to pinch those who do not wear the color on the big green day – even my kids!). I’m not a green beer drinker (heck, I’m not a beer drinker!) and frequenting a bar ain’t my thing, either. Television and movies (and books, too, I suppose) always make that look like fun, when in fact it’s just loud!
Whether or not you celebrate, I hope you do wear green! It’s the one day we’re all Irish.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!