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March 17, 2006
I'm not Irish but I still need a Kiss
By DEANNA DAHLSAD
After the big holiday season ends January 1, people have had enough of
the hustle and bustle -- and, it seems, of one another. We take to our
homes, avoiding contact with the outside world (people, events and
weather) as much as possible. Even on Valentine's Day many of us prefer
snuggling in private to fancy dinners out in public. Like bears
hibernating, we must stay in for awhile.
However, as the weeks turn to months, cabin fever sets in.
The weather may or may not be more mild, but we find ourselves so tired
of the same old walls, and bored with entertaining ourselves, that we
must put ourselves into circulation again. But it's now mid-March...
There are no big holidays with fancy meals, gifts to buy, or events with
formal attire to attend, yet we are as desperate as a teenage girl
for a social life!
What are we going to do?!
We're going to celebrate St. Patrick's Day, of course! Even if we are
not Irish.
I myself can say that the only Irish thing about me is that I've made,
and eaten, under-cooked potatoes, but on March 17, I'm so in need of
human interaction, that I am willing to lie about my heritage, pass the
hazing rituals of green beer, and kiss complete strangers. How about you?
Posted by photocartoonist at March 17, 2006 1:22 AM
Comments
I am Irish and I never thought I would say that publicly!!
My Nana is from Limerick, Ireland and I look as Irish as they come. When I moved into Hell's Kitchen in Manhattan, I found reason to say yes when a drunk in a bar asked me if I was Irish. And yes that was on St. Paddy's Day!
I am 25% Irish; 25% German and 50% Austrian. And every March 17th, my Ire comes out and I have to admit, it is wonderful to be Irish!
Posted by: Kat Caverly at March 17, 2006 1:33 AM