I love St. Patrick's Day, and this one has been particularly busy. I'm about to head downstairs for a feast of epic proportions, enjoy a film, and study Algebra until bedtime for my final tomorrow. So I'm going to blog a bit early; hope no one minds.
St. Patrick's Day is my favorite day of the year. I know that sounds weird, in comparison with birthdays and Christmas and such. But it's the only day my love affair with Ireland is okay with everyone.
In the spirit of gutsiness, I'm going to start learning Irish words. Why? Because I have the means to do it (bookwise) and because it's a stupid idea. I don't know anyone who speaks it, it won't do me any good in the future, and I don't claim enough Irish blood to be justified in learning it.
That's exactly why I'm going to learn it.
Besides, it's something to do.
While I sit downstairs, stuffing my face with corned beef & cabbage, soda bread (homemade by me!), and cider, I will say Basta! and mean delicious.
Let the foray begin...