St. Patrick's Day is my holiday! I never miss out on the green beer, shamrock kisses and bag-pipe music. For the last 10+ years or so (pretty much since I've been 21), I've been out celebrating my holiday, and usually starting at 9am until the wee hours of the morning. You see, my birthday is March 18th, the day after, though if you see me out on St. Patty's, I will surely be telling everyone that it's my birthday...and I will be celebrating as though it is.
Growing up, my mother would tell me my birthday story and that I was left by the leprechaun's for her and my dad. Of course when I was little, I would cry and ask my mother "but why didn't they want me??" I suppose it's easier than explaining how I really got here and and it may have started my love for St. Patrick's Day. I still love that story.
This year my holiday was a little different. This year was a bit of a Catch 22.
I wasn't able to party with all my friends and celebrate the holiday as I usually do. I was feeling a bit down about it, but on the other hand, I have exactly what I want, a baby in my belly. It's pretty hard to be sad that I can't be out partying when I'm happily pregnant.
So I still dressed in green, met my friends at the bar, enjoyed a beer (okay, so it was non-alcoholic, but it was still a beer!), and enjoyed the music of a live Irish band. And guess what...it was a blast! Quite entertaining actually to be the sober one in the group! And I can't remember the last time I wasn't hungover on my true birthday; it felt pretty darn good.
Thanks everyone for sending birthday wishes and making my holiday yet another special one!
Next year, I plan on heading to Chicago to celebrate My Holiday. And better yet, I'll have a little leprechaun of my own :)
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