… to all my readers, to the people who come to me every day, and correspond with me, and keep me on my toes, and share their lives with me … I am grateful for each and every one of you. (Well, maybe not that bitch from Norway who stirred up shit in my Madrid posts…)
Anyway, a blessing (beannacht) for you all, on St. Patrick’s Day:
Go nueire an Bothar leat.
Go raibh an ghaoth go Brach ag bo chul.
Go lonrai an ghrian go te ar aghaidh
Go dtite an bhaistead go min ar do phairceanna.
Agus go mbuailimid le cheile aris
Go geoinni Dia i mbos A Laimhe Thu.
Is minic a bhris béal duine a shrón.
or
“Many a time a man’s mouth broke his nose.”
Just a few words of wisdom for any of your readers who, like me, will be partaking in the “mortal arts of pleasure” this evening.
Very sage advice.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day, Sheila.
I have to drive tonight, life’s pleasures will be muted.
WTF? You have to drive? I think there should be some sort of federal law enacted that forbids anyone of Irish descent from being called upon for designated driver duties on St. Patrick’s Day. It’s like 50 kinds of wrong.
that’s like the chinese symbol tattoo on my shoulder that I hope to god means honor – but probably means waitress.
I’m not the designated driver, I just have to get myself back and forth. It’s within walking distance, but cold and snow have made me choose to drive.
Betsy,
I once knew a guy who worked at a tattoo parlor who told me that all the Chinese characters they had on their wall that claimed to mean pretentious crap like “evil will depart” really read stuff like “tablecloth” and “poop”.
Emily – damn – I knew it!
In a sick way, I think I like “poop” better than honor, Bets…
If it’s any consolation folks, my evening plans were spayed as well. I wanted to go get a pint, and push through crowds of happy screaming Irish people at Claddagh’s Pub in Canton. Instead, I was at my usual post in a call center somewhere south of Baltimore.
It’s perfectly alright. I’m about as Irish as a Barbecue Chicken Quesadilla.
Erin go Bragh! I don’t see any damned snakes round here…
;)
Beth – that’s one I’ll tell the grandkids – “it means poop” – ha ha ha
A belated Happy St. Patrick’s Day to all, most especially our kind hostess. The gratitude is entirely mutual…
Claddagh Pub – great joint