If you asked me a year ago today where I would be on March 17, 2008 I can guarantee you my answer would not have been, "sitting at a computer blogging about online Catholic dating for the Catholic Herald."No. It would've been something guaranteed to make any mother, especially my own, proud.
"Sitting in an Irish pub in New York City with my true Irish bartender husband with his beautiful Irish accent and our beautiful Irish baby."
If you think I'm kidding, bring up the subject of spring break, New York City, irish pubs, or bartenders at any point when you're in conversation with me, and you'll quickly find out that I am not.
Well okay. Maybe not exactly. My aspirations are a bit higher than that. But it's nice to dream about from time to time.
Green beer has been flowing for hours now, there are guaranteed to be some people at this exact moment in time decked out in all green doing a little jig, and well, St. Patrick himself might just be rolling over in his grave.
In case you forgot, St. Patrick was all about spreading the good news of Christ, not buying everyone a shot of whiskey. Which makes it a very fitting day to celebrate during Holy Week.
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
P.S. More to come later. My brain is still waking up from a weekend of following around a drunken Irish bugle corp in Iowa!
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