i'm at the gym, six-thirty this morning, mid-workout and i start craving a pint, thinking how good a Smithwick's would taste right then (yeah, not quite a Guinness girl yet). i actually contemplated stopping in a pub on my way to work, if only to ensure the entire day does not go by without me indulging my heritage (while everyone else is indulging, i'll be in meetings).
i managed to show some restraint. made it to work ale-free. it's a shame, though. i think in New York this day should be a holiday. it's nearly bigger than Christmas, and lots more fun. crowds were already gathering when i crossed Fifth Avenue. i really wanted to stay...
ah, well. back to work. but before i go: "may you live to be a hundred years... with one extra year to repent."
Beannachtam na Feile Padraig!
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