I love ya'all. I really do.
I love that you think 24 hours of drinking makes the Irish the king of the booze-hounds.
I seriously love that you actually managed to get the Catholic church to sanction a full day of booze-hounding. My hat's off to you on that one. ;-)
I love that if I color my hair red you will accept me as Irish without having to do a family-tree autopsy.... even if my red-hair only lasts 30 washings or until my next trip to the beauty parlor.
Can you feel the love I am sending you, laddies?
You can? Good. Cause I got some news for you. Twenty-Four hours of booze-hounding does not the King of Booze-Hounds make. Try Oktoberfest. Yes, that's right. Thirty-one days of BEER, BEER, BEER and more BEER.
Brought to you by the same people who think that lederhosen are a serious fashion statement. Thirty-one days when the only arm work out you do is the beer stein curl and everyone looks good ~even in the middle of the day!
Yep, the Germans may not have been able to dominate the world as they had originally planned; but they seriously kick some Irish arse in the beer-drinking-celebration category.
Now, if I could only actually go to an Oktoberfest.............
Or drink more than one beer before getting "tipsy" and embracing my German Heritage while single handedly embarrassing two nations... (I have been told that the term "light weight" doesn't translate to German in any other form than stummer Esel ~dumb ass or literally: mute donkey.)
So on this day of celebrating all things Irish, I say drink up. Enjoy. And see you in October. :-)