Where are the fighting Irish?
St. Patrick's Day, McSorley's had a line that I wasn't going to wait in. Every tourist and wannabe was waiting to get in. I decided it would be best to return on Puerto Rican Day. So, we tried Swift Hibernian Lounge but that line was long and filled with NYU undergrads. Starving to death, we dropped into a sushi restaurant next door. Then, we wandered west and had cupcakes at the famous Magnolia Bakery, grabbed a Beamish at a small Frenchie restaurant, which was like a fifth course, and I was getting annoyed at this point. Not an Irish pub had I entered. Cyndi finally called and we made a plan to go to Puck Fair--my last visit there was on my birthday. We entered and saw MANY Irish men and women. This was exactly what I was looking for. Guinness, Strongbow, lots of dancing and Irish guys everywhere. Two 6 foot plus Irish carpenters who said things I could barely comprehend, but it wasn't because they were drunk. I went with Aurora to the second floor to attempt to find her some beads--kinda like Mardi Gras beads, but Irish beads. Instead, we find a Canadian guy who was acting like it was Canadian Pride Day. On top of that, his first name was Obnoxious and his last name was Ass. After about 2 minutes, I discovered his middle name was Naked, as in doufus was getting naked. Security came to tell him to put his shirt back on as it was offending--thank heavens. My hat was a big hit and I nearly lost it to many drunken folks who wanted something green. Ha ha! Get your own damned hat!
As I swing down the steps I pass by a DJ/drummer just arrived from Ireland who's playing the drums in beat with some obnoxious Barry Manilow song (He's not Irish!). Talk about thick accents--took him 3 times before I figured out he was saying his name was Joel. It reminded me of the visiting Irish rugby team at Stanford and how I felt like even though we were all speaking English, they sounded like they were speaking a whole other language. Maybe it was Gaelic. It is so crazy to think that an accent can have that much effect on a language. Hoo wee! Maybe it was because they were a rugby team, maybe they carry marbles in their mouths. Whatever the case, the accent and the sense of humor goes a long way to make up for the incomprehensibility of their speech... as long as you can get the humor through the speech.
I've decided I'm more Irish than I think I am. Mostly because of my sarcasm and wit and how well I get along with the Irish folk. I've always had this affinity for the Irish and I'm not sure if it is because of the green or because of the red streaks in my hair, but on St. Patrick's Day, I feel all Irish. I want to frolick outdoors and have a pint with someone and self-deprecate. Ahhhhh! Ya gotta love the Irish; god bless us, everyone!
As I swing down the steps I pass by a DJ/drummer just arrived from Ireland who's playing the drums in beat with some obnoxious Barry Manilow song (He's not Irish!). Talk about thick accents--took him 3 times before I figured out he was saying his name was Joel. It reminded me of the visiting Irish rugby team at Stanford and how I felt like even though we were all speaking English, they sounded like they were speaking a whole other language. Maybe it was Gaelic. It is so crazy to think that an accent can have that much effect on a language. Hoo wee! Maybe it was because they were a rugby team, maybe they carry marbles in their mouths. Whatever the case, the accent and the sense of humor goes a long way to make up for the incomprehensibility of their speech... as long as you can get the humor through the speech.
I've decided I'm more Irish than I think I am. Mostly because of my sarcasm and wit and how well I get along with the Irish folk. I've always had this affinity for the Irish and I'm not sure if it is because of the green or because of the red streaks in my hair, but on St. Patrick's Day, I feel all Irish. I want to frolick outdoors and have a pint with someone and self-deprecate. Ahhhhh! Ya gotta love the Irish; god bless us, everyone!
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