Ummm, thanks? I promise to use the best grammar that I can muster, for your sake.
Did I really say/ramble/mutter/slur that?
I long ago ceded St. Patrick's Day to the amateurs. I'm a professional Mick, 24/7 365. My Irish grandparents viewed it as just another reason to attend Mass. No hoopla, no drinking to excess, No muss, no fuss. Fortunately they weren't around to see Patrick denoted to minor sainthood.
The first year I lived in the Twin Cities I made dinner for a lady friend and a friend (another Irishman) and his lady friend. We then headed to an area in St. Paul known for its Irish bars. We got what I considered an early start – 9 PM. 9
AM would have been better.
The lines waiting to get into THE bars were a block long and involved 3 feet of snow and temperatures in the single digits. We ended up in a place called Pedro's. The astro turf was beer soaked and there were a couple of drunks passed out on the floor. I left quickly since I feared being on the freeway with these yahoos at closing time.
My habit for many years has been to take my red headed son to a local, family owned Irish restaurant for dinner. About the time he turned 21 the place got a liquor license (after 45 years) so we can each have a Guinness.
I lead a boring life. Grammar is just about all I gots now ...
Right now I'm heavily involved in re-seasoning all my cast iron pots, pans and griddles.