Yes, we realize that it is way past the appropriate time for a St. Paddy's Day post. But "timing" has never stopped us before. So now is as good a time as any to go over various drunken shenanigans.
This year, that meant much more mischief than usual. Well, quantifiably speaking, approximately two times as much mischief, since we celebrated it twice (math is fun!). That's because the feast of St. Paddy fell right in the middle of Holy Week, and Catholic liturgical rules say that you can't celebrate the Day Of Green Beer during such a somber occasion. So most churches pushed to celebrate the holiday earlier, especially on the 15th. And we took advantage of this.
And of course, who are we to question the Catholic Church? I mean, they can't just spend every day coming up with brand-new Deadly Sins. Though, let's be honest, conducting stem-cell research just doesn't have the same Zazz! as GLUTTONY. But we figured that this is as good a time as any to heed the word of Pope Joey Ratz. Well, only so long as when applied it benefited us--we had no qualms with celebrating during Holy Week.
That meant two celebrations--one on the coast, and one in the Irish hamlet of Salem Towne. Did anything special occur? Not really, considering that we drink the Irish Car Bombs on a weekly basis. Though there was awful, awful dancing that took place. And that's worth celebrating.
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