Claddaghs and Shamrocks and Snakes, oh my
So I’ve been up all night practising on the Tin Whislte. And the dog really hates me.
It’s for my role in a St Patrick’s parade today, me being not just from Ireland but a stereotype and all. Snake Saturday.
At this stage I’ve already seen so many shamrocks in Kansas City that if anybody in the near future should garnish a meal of mine with anything green I’m likely to explode into a green rage and stab them. Probably three times, making my own little tribute to the trefoil.
Cycling past Buddies bar on Main last night I was freaked out by its sign. Not its welcoming rainbow, but the top half which is a Claddagh. Seriously. Well I had to look closely to see that it’s really two hands holding foaming mugs of beer which are being toasted and so splashing in the shape of a crown. It’s the drinking man’s Claddagh. Wear it the wrong way around and it means you’re off the drink for lent.
Details of all today’s parades are on the KC St Patrick’s’s Day Guide. Have a great day, if you really want to, but watch out for snakes - St Patrick didn’t banish them from the Irish population in the midwest you knw.
I’ve been wondering what Saint Patrick might drive out of Ireland tody. And if he’d use an SUV to do so. Boom boom.
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