Hey Happy St Patricks Day!
"I" feel like "I" only talk about me all the time. "I"'m wondering what's going on with you? "I" mean as long as we don't stop talking me about me. "I" just really like talking about myself. No really, "I" do!
My brother loves St Patrick's day, they attended a party and wow those Krazy Katholics love to party. Not only did my brother end up in new clothes:
He ended up with an Irish Mullet:
And then an Irish Toupee:
Finally to celebrate the big holiday my brother got himself a transvestite amish wife who happens to be sort of Irish:
I hope your St Patrick's Day was fun. Logan's was spent in a Trader Vics in Beverly Hills and then Tiki Ti. Which means he is officially not inheriting a single penny from my Irish family. We named our baby after my fresh off the boat grandmother, and Logan spends St Patrick's day in a tiki bar?
Clearly he has a problem.







My St. Patrick's day was spent worrying about my sophmore in high school daughter traveling to NYC for a choir competition and a few Broadway shows. Thank God for text messaging, as she texted me about an accident on the PA turnpike, and again when they entered New Jersey. Thank goodness I discovered the beauty of Australian wine in a box!
Posted by: Liz in Maryland | 2005.03.17 at 11:38 PM
Anyone want to compare notes on how much phone time they get with business travelling husbands?
Mine *just now* called and was on the phone for one minute and fifty-three seconds. Gee, thanks for taking the time. Bastard.
Oh wait, I must give him some credit...around lunchtime he IM'ed me to ask if I was naked. I think that conversation was good for about 5 sentences.
Bitter, party of one.
Posted by: Becky | 2005.03.18 at 01:34 AM
How does a non-Irish mother of four spend St. Patty's day?
Why eating take-out Mexican food, of course! (Margaritas are greenish!)
Posted by: Susie Sunshine | 2005.03.18 at 07:38 AM
Love the new header! Pretty, springy, and such!
Gives us hope that some Michigan morning we might awake to NOT find snow on the ground
:-)
Posted by: Lurker 521 | 2005.03.18 at 08:22 AM
My St. Patrick's Day was spent getting a raging case of mastitis. What I would have given for a tiki bar.
Posted by: karyn | 2005.03.18 at 09:31 AM
I've been to that bar! We're Michigan transplants living in LA and I'm actually homesick for all the snow, believe it or not. Ok, maybe not the snow, but the trees, seasons and fact that we can get more than a 900 square foot condo for $350,000. I showed my boyfriend your blog the other night and said "See, there ARE fun people over the age of 25 in Michigan who like to drink as much as we do!"
Posted by: Sarah | 2005.03.18 at 12:26 PM
This Irish Mum LOVES St. Patrick's Day!!!! I have lots 'O pics up on my blog...:)
LMISS
Posted by: littlemiss | 2005.03.18 at 02:56 PM
I've been to that Trader Joe's, but I drove past that Tiki Ti's every day when I worked at a deli in Silverlake & never once noticed it. HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?! I noticed the tiki-themed strip club on Santa Monica that I'm sure Logan has found by now, but i never went in...
(logan- it's even farther east than Tiki Ti's on Santa Monica and it's a slightly rougher neighborhood but not too bad. it's on the north side of the road. give me a review!)
miao.
Posted by: Lil' Sis | 2005.03.18 at 03:33 PM
My St Pat's Day was also my tenth anniversary. We drank green beer and learned the phrase, "Bloody Hell!" from an Irishman. I will now be saying bloody hell often as it gives me a thrill like the "f" word used to when I first started saying it. But enough about me--more about you! (Love the new Spring banner.)
Posted by: Deborah | 2005.03.18 at 04:59 PM
"I" spent St. Patrick's Day taking no blarney and eating too much popcorn while listening to an Irish band that featured my accordion teacher. Tiki Ti's sounds lovely.
Posted by: Phil | 2005.03.18 at 05:11 PM
Yeah,
I'm a bit of a dolt. Thatnks for comenting on my site. I hadn't really made the connection until now.
I guess "I" was thinking about "me".
"ME ME ME ME ME"
You know, because Mom's are always thinking about themselves.
Selfish bitches.
Happy St Patrick's Day
(or, as in my son's politically correct daycare says, "Happy Green Day!")
Yeah, I love that band too.
Posted by: Ada | 2005.03.18 at 11:02 PM
Hey, Becky.. I can relate. My husband works three days and nights away in the city at the firehall. I see the phone bills and if we have ever talked longer than 4.5 min. it is a blooming record..
Me? Enjoying the wine I bought in your honor. Still waiting to hear about a job I interviewed for 8 days ago. Things look good, according to one of my references you would think they are hiring for the CIA though with all the questions.. sigh. Still, I WANT TO GO BACK TO WORK SO PLEASE GIVE ME THE JOB! I am sick of being unstimulated and 'personally poor' (yeah, yeah, 'our' bank account has $$, just none of it MINE.)
OK, you have probably heard enough about me ;) Back to you!
Posted by: Maia | 2005.03.18 at 11:04 PM