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3.17.2005 ||> I can see your rolling fields of green and fences made of stone
Well, Happy St. Patrick's Day! Like last year, I will avoid getting blind drunk, unlike my fellow Irish-Americans. I feel pretty good about it, actually.
When I was in the 7th or 8th grade I used to have know-it-all pissing contests with this one girl, Mary. Naturally, we both thought that we were better than the other which we proved each day at lunch by spouting off some random fact (usually wrong). This all came to a head one St. Patrick's Day when Mary said that the real color of the day was orange, not green. What makes this even more insane was that her family was Irish and they were really, really Catholic. (As an aside, her parents used to make a suitor kneel at the altar of the Virgin they set outside the door before the young man could pursue their oldest. No, I'm not kidding.)
I don't think I called her on it though. Poor, misguided Mary.
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