Tomorrow is St. Patrick’s Day!
Being of Danish-Italian descent, perhaps I can hardly lay claim to the wearing of the green (except the Vikings did actually found Dublin – oops, fighting words!). Then again, I am married to an Irish-American and I love Irish stout with a passion. So whatever, I have more cause than a scourge of green beer drinking hoopleheads.
Fritz Hahn has a great run-down of the events at area pubs if you are looking for ideas to celebrate. Though the wildest party spots aren’t always public – I suffered through four St. Patrick’s Days as a student at Cathaholic, I mean, Catholic University, where drinking at dawn was de rigeur (hearing girls vomiting in your dorm bathroom at 8am – priceless!). I pity sleepy Brookland…
So two bits of advice – one, don’t drink the aforementioned green beer. It has nothing to do with being Irish. A pox upon it. And two, if you’re going to abbreviate, it’s “St. Paddy’s Day,” not “St. Patty’s Day.” The saint, though blessed, was still a man.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
As one of the founding editors of We Love DC, Jenn’s passions are theater and cocktails. After two decades in the city, she’s loved every quirky, mundane, elegant, rude minute of her DC life. A proud advocate for DC’s talented drinks scene, she’s judged the Corcoran Gallery of Art’s ARTINI contest, the DC Rickey Month contest, the Jefferson Hotel’s Quill Cocktail competition, and is a founding member of LUPEC DC. A graduate of Catholic University’s drama program, she toured the country as a member of National Players, and has been both an actor and a costume designer before jumping the aisle to theater criticism. Writing for We Love DC restored her happiness after a life-threatening illness, and she’s grateful to you, dear readers. Send your suggestions to jenn (at) welovedc (dot) com and follow her on Twitter.
