The Luck of the Hollish

It's St. Patrick's Day!

Oh and before any new readers try and comment on my seemingly great lack of knowledge of the proper names of other cultures (mainly, calling the dutch Hollish), read this.
St. Patrick's Day I think might be the holiday closest to my heart.  I was brought home from the hospital on St. Patrick's Day (in a green diaper.)  And since it's so close to my birthday, the majority of celebrations have been in combination with it.  Which is why I always serve Guinness and Bailey's at my parties.  And I loved how the lepracauns used to "attack" our classrooms at school when we were little.  And how when we weren't looking, they turned the rice we were having for dinner green (which made Nina so scared, she actually cried.)  Also it's a chance to celebrate all the things which the Irish are famous for...

Well, they don't actually celebrate the holiday here.  In fact I'm pretty sure the entire country of Holland has no idea what a shamrock is, much less a holiday based on the luck of it.  I attempted to describe it to my family, but all I came up with was, "um I think he was a Saint.  And we celebrate him by wearing green and drinking..."
Ok so I celebrated by wearing green.  I also got Fien a pretty green necklace to wear, but that was the greenest thing I could find.  The entire country of Holland just doesn't do green.  It's weird.
Also no drinking was involved.  Which means no Guinness and no *sniff* Irish Car Bombs.  Ok I did have a Heineken while Mags and I practiced for next week's crazy "American Drinking Game" competition in Amsterdam.  Also known as Beer Pong to all you frat boys.  But I had my Dutch course, so a night of green beer and "Hi-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-DIE!!" was out of the question.  Ah well...there's always next year.

Word of the Day: beoir - beer (Gaeilge)