Irish American for a Day

In honor of St. Patrick’s Day, I’ve Riverdanced my way into a new pair of jeans.  If that’s a bad sign, I don’t want to hear it.  Okay, maybe it was more like a jig, but I did it with all the spirit and energy of my Irish brothers and sisters (even though I’m Asian).

In dishonor of the American celebration of St. Patrick’s Day, I refuse to drink green beer and am suspicious of people who want me to pinch them:  “I forgot to wear green!”  I wasn’t borned yesterday.  Birthed?  Home schooled?  Born!  I wasn’t born yesterday, people.

What’s for dinner?  Corned beef and cabbage, of course (still Asian).  In America, it’s our right to take part in all sorts of cultural celebrations even though we have no idea what we’re celebrating.  Viva la ‘merica!!



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