This is my first St. Patrick's Day after officially tracing some of my ancestry back to Ireland!
I don't feel any different; I'm still sober. My options for celebrating are severely limited when I'm underage, living in the dorms, and without a car.
I might watch Michael Collins tonight for the hell of it. It's long movie, but I feel like I need to do something.
I'm all for a little enthusiastic exploitation of heritage on St. Patrick's Day, but I can only handle so many mediocre attempts at Irish accents. I'm not in the position to judge--seeing as I always sound like
the leprechaun from The Simpsons--but the radio and TV advertisements drive me up the wall with what I can only describe as a bastardization of something between an Irish and a Scottish brogue.
It's always like, "We've got everything Irish! Corned beef and cabbage! Green beer! Bagpipes!"
And I'm just sitting there like, THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS WRONG WITH EVERYTHING YOU ARE SAYING.
It's no wonder this is a drinking holiday.
And on that note, I'll leave you with my favorite Whose Line is it Anyway? Irish drinking song: "Got Mugged."
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