So it is now officially Saint Patricks day here in Ireland. It's funny but my experience of Patricks day is always better abroad than it is at home. This meme says it all really. Aside from say Dublin and maybe Cork , Patrick's day is bit like below for the rest of us. We all head to a parade. Watch a few majorettes, marching bands, old army men and a few fire engines and then we head to the pub for a drink. Nothing too mad. 1 or 2 because we are with kids. And then home. It always rains on the parade (no pun intended) so we normally get soaked. Granted there are a couple of dopes with St Patrick day costumes but they are sick of the grief at this stage.
When I lived in Germany we got dressed up and it was like the top photo. The riverdance was tried where ever there was space. Many drink was had and I remember the hangovers the next day as being catastrophic but it was worth it. I remember one particular moment in the anglo where we managed to borrow a couple of poncho's off one of the German girls. We dressed the new boy up in the poncho and a head band and made him do the Michael Flatley entrance. Photo below pretty much sums up that moment.
So it is better to be anywhere but Ireland on Patricks day because the session is better. I have lived in Dublin for 7 years and they were just mad days altogether. The city centre gets messy very early in the day because everyone is on the booze. t Dublin city centre is not a great place to be after 3pm so we used to retreat to the suburbs.
The plan tomorrow is a tame one. Bring the little one to see the nee nah's . Stop by the local pub to say hello to the mother and father and then maybe get a nice takeaway. I'm happy with that these days. Can't be dealing with no catastrophic hangovers no more
