Puking Isn't Just for St. Patty's Day
I know too many people who actually celebrate St. Patrick's Day in earnest, the holiday dedicated to the death of the patron saint of Ireland, Saint Patrick, is a time of family celebration and Irish pride. But sadly, to most of the United States, the holiday has turned into a poor excuse to get completely obliterated and wear monochromatic green outfits.
We Americans just love any reason that justifies getting tanked; hell, we don't even need the holiday really, it just makes painting shamrocks on your face more socially acceptable.
In my younger days, I celebrated this holiday with the fervor of a girl who desperately needs bead necklaces on Mardi Gras to prove her worth, but now I am happy to eat a boiled potato and watch Leprechaun. Scrolling through my Facebook feed, I found varying levels of emotion about the holiday from "Let's crack another green Guinness" to "Get off my lawn... with your throw-up." One particularly irate friend called out every person who has ever partaken a few too many as the scum of the earth, especially when their upchucking was involved. It seemed a bit extreme, but I understood her point. No one likes being around really drunken, barfing people.
It got me thinking, however, about debaucherous moments in my own life, holiday-related and not, and how I wished I could apologize to those who got caught in the cross fire, and when I say "cross fire" obviously I'm talking about vomit.
More at http://blogs.houstonpress.com/artattack/2014/03/puking_isnt_just_for_st_pattys.php .
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That a city in China was so into an Irish holiday.
