ceebeegee | When Anglo-Saxon Eyes Are Smiling (Reply)

St. Patrick's Day has just this year made the short list of my favorite holidays (which includes Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Mardi Gras in pretty much that order). It's such a great holiday--I mean yeah, it's about drinking but it's also about the arrival of spring, and heritage, and family. It's so cute seeing all these red-headed toddlers dressed up in cream-colored fishermen sweaters and decked in green along the parade route. I love it that the parade airs on NBC, and I love hearing all those Irish songs blaring out from 5th Avenue. A friend of mine always had a party every year in the Plaza on the second floor, overlooking the route. A big drunken party with lots of cops, needless to say.

It never really registered much on my radar until last year, although I always enjoyed the hoopla. I realized I had such a good time last year because I was so depressed last March, and when St. Patrick's Day came, it really felt like spring had come, or was on the way. It lifted me out of that fog--I had a great St. Patrick's Day last year, and as silly as it sounds (I don't have a drop of Irish blood in me), I'm really looking forward to it this year. All that beautiful greeny green, all that lovely lilting music, all that yummy good beer, and a great big snuggly Irish-descent boyfriend to spend it with.