St. Patrick's Day time.
Pour me a pint and call me Liam.
stopping to enjoy the Gap of Dunloe
There are countless memories that pop up and rattle around my brain. A very fond memory is my family's opportunity to live Irish for a few months during 1989. I’m reminded of it every St. Paddy’s Day.
scenes of rolling green
traffic jams of sheep
toe tapping music in pubs and local shows
driving on the left
helpful friendly people
You might find one of these dark tasty pints at my table:
But most often it looked more like this:
May your Guinness glass always be half full.
It was through I-tunes that I discovered an Irish punk band going by the name “The Tossers”.
No matter where you live, if you party too much you might get mixed up in a relationship like this guy did with Siobhan.
off the top of my head and from the bottom of my heart
I wish you a Happy St. Paddy’s Day
(find more of my Irish posts by clicking the Ireland label/tag)