The Luck Of The Irish

St. Patrick's Day or what I like to call Kenzie's excuse to be uber wasted day (without explanation) is fast approaching.

Being of Irish heritage myself, St. Patrick's celebrations are embedded in blood.
It started at a very young age for me. Every time I went over to my Nana's house, I would always want to watch a young and handsome Sean Connery sing "My Pretty Irish Girl" in Darby O'Gill and the Little People and wish I was Katie who he was singing to.. Older man complex again, I'm sorry, I'll try and refrain from now on.
I can say I almost like it better than Christmas.. almost.

It's the fact that I'm allowed to eat as much corned beef and cabbage as I want without getting looked at weird... Is there really anything wrong with loving boiled cabbage so much?

Or that I get to drink as much alcohol as I want and not kick myself the next day. Well, not totally.. hangover damage kits are still essential.

And whether you spend it eating mushy vegetables or getting absolutely dickered, I can only wish that you have the luck of the Irish on your side, to help you find that pot of gold, over the rainbow... (Insert other corny, Irish-associated ideals here.)

Just A Thought.

How will you all be spending your St. Patty's Day? Any embarassing or memorable St. Patty's stories? Share them with me, and share this with your friends.. It's a win-win!