Paris Hilton better take a step back and re-evaluate her reputation as the world's premier party girl. I'll have you know that my husband and I are about to head down to the local American Legion Hall (Frank Spicklemeyer Post) and party 'till dawn at the annual St. Patrick's Day corned beef & cabbage feed.
St. Pat's is a big day for my husband and I. His family is Irish-German, and that makes me Irish by injection. (ka-boom ching!) In addition to the heritage, we were wed two years ago in Las Vegas on St. Patrick's Day. The bride wore a white wedding gown, long veil, and New Balance tennis shoes. (Seriously, the dress was long, the groom was not appreciably taller than the bride anyway, and I was not about to schlep around Sin City in heels that I would never wear again in my natural life.) The groom looked considerably more distinguished.
So on Wednesday when you're hoisting a pint of Guiness, sent a mental Irish blessing our way. As you slide down the bannister of life, may the splinters always point the right way!