It’s March 17 which means it’s St. Patrick’s Day. It’s not really a big holiday that I go crazy over. In Elementary school teachers usually made you feel like everyone was part leprechaun or something really magical. As I got older it seemed like a good reason to drink. For most people if you take St. Patrick’s Day as the definition in old times, people think you’re lame. Almost like with Halloween. (Halloween is the day of the dead. For most Americans, it’s the day to have parties and dress crazy, wild, slutty.. depending on who you are. haha )
Anyways back to St. Patrick’s Day.. I went to my normal Saturday coffee shop for tea and to write. Seeing a lot of cute kids with their parents all deck out in green. Stores were covered in green. Green cakes, drinks, cupcakes and all that good stuff. I was heading back home and I drove by Hooters. It’s not even 11:30 yet, so I only see a few cars in the parking lot. In the back of the restaurant there was one car parked. Four older men (I’d say late 40s) gray hair waving in the wind, all wearing green shirts, khaki pants, and a few with beer bellies. They’re getting out of the car, getting ready to make their entrance. Some are fixing their pants to be up high enough and others are just smiling happily. For some reason I couldn’t help laughing. It was as if they were getting one chance to let lose. They had drove together, coordinated outfits, parked in the back (so they could stumble back unnoticed? So, no one passing by could see? IDK). You only live once, so why not go for it…. at 11:20 in the morning. You know you’re getting old when you arrive at hooters before it opens. (; Whatever they were doing. I hope they had fun. I’m sure they did.
Happy St. Patty’s Day!