St. Patrick’s Day began with the removal of a champagne bottle from the bookshelf beside my bed.
I wasn’t overcome with a spontaneous cleaning moment, more a safety precaution from the 4.7 earthquake that woke me up at 6:29 AM on my Monday morning.
My alarm is set to 6:30, but still every minute counts on the weekdays!
The champs bottle is not from this never ending three-day holiday, but a college memento I occasionally glaze at before I go to bed and remember my glory days at the U of A.
Sigh.
Normally, I wouldn’t care about St. Patrick’s day because I really dislike the color green and dark beer, but this year my heart was somewhere else.
Tom Bergin’s.
This has become my weekly tradition for the past three months. It has been a great after work spot for chardonnay and a mini dinner of brussels sprouts and french fries.
We are on a first name basis with the bartender even though he refers to me by my alter-ego/legal name Elisabeth.
WTFE it makes me sound more irish.
We were elated when we saw the parking lot turned into a mini beer festival.
I won’t discuss my total beverage count for the evening, but every irish cocktail or beer out there, I had.
I don’t want to see the color green and any type of whiskey for a very long time.
-giggles
Happy St. Patrick’s Day
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