This was the first time in my entire life that I ventured out into the world to celebrate all things Irish. I’ve never had any connection to the day before, no lineage that I know of, not a big fan of corned beef and cabbage, and the drunken revelry seemed a bit too much for my liking.
But with new friends and I’ve made over the last few years, I thought I’d give it a go.
The parade that the SLC puts on was a good start to the Irish coffee morning, but the real party started with the ‘infamous’ pub crawl through the downtown streets.
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The poplar pub offered green concoctions and tasty Scotch eggs that hit the spot. I dabbled in a car bomb, which tasted like a chocolate milkshake. After that though, things went haywire.
From memories of family members recently lost to others coping with recent unemployment, the party turned into a time of friends being there for each other, holding hands, showing love and support.
On second thought, it twas a pretty good day after all.
