RoCkInG The Boat!

		Thursday, March 17, 2005
		Beannachtam na Femle Padraig It's St. Paddy's Day again. Like just about every other holiday nowadays, it seems as though this one has become less a celebration of heritage, or history, or some significant personage, and more and more become just another excuse for advertising and marketing minions to hawk booze, trinkets, and get their clients listed as the "official" whatever of the day. Even Google has gotten into the act. Is nothing sacred? Not even a presumably religious-inspired holiday? Oh well, if the day before Ash Wednesday can be secularized into another consumerist marketing frenzy, not to mention what they've done to Easter for practically ever, I suppose poor Padraig didn't really have a chance. (Although it does beg the question -- what's keeping these geniuses from doing the same thing to Columbus?) However, as an actual person of Irish Heritage (1/8 on my father's mother's side), I suppose I can forgive the crash commercialism, the amateur binge-drinking, and that most horrific of all St. Pat's Day "traditions", Green Lager if it means for one day I can proudly display my celtic roots; better to be a legitimate celebrant than a projectile-vomiting wannabe. Had planned to hit Kell's for a bit of the old corned beef & cabbage (mine is thawing in the fridge at home as I write this), but the $20 cover -- at Noon, no less (I'm sure it's for some kind of good cause?) put me off. This afternoon I have to make a run up to the Seattle Center, so will swing down to the boat and the literally-within-spitting-distance McCormick & Schmick's Harborside for a quick pint before heading back up the hill to the "family watering hole" (again related on my paternal grandmother's side) McMenamin's Six Arms Pub, before wending my way home. That ought to be plenty for me, and should get me off the streets well before the first of the uber-drunks begin fumbling for their car keys. Wear green, drive safe, and fer cryin' out loud do not introduce yourself to anyone by putting a "Mc" or "O'" at the beginning of your surname, unless there's already one there the other 364 days of the year. Posted byCOMTE on 12:58 PM

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