Happy St Patrick's Day to one and all! It's a day we celebrate Saint Patrick and the arrival of Christianity in Ireland, right here in the United States.
His death on March 17th, 461 A.D. is the recognized day to commemorate his work with the local pagan Irish.
Irish are warm and welcoming, if not at least witty (some say snarky), which when it comes to drinking they strive for inclusion. To the best of my knowledge, I'm a small percentage of Irish from my Dad's side. It would explain a few things!
That inclusion reminded me of a story that happened on St. Patrick's Day in 2012 ...
A large group of my friends called ourselves, The Brew Crew. We collectively decided to post up in Renton instead of Seattle for our usual celebrating of St. Patrick's Day of corn beef, cabbage and pints of Guinness. That usually is found at any one of the Irish pubs in Seattle.
My sister and I were late because of a Sounders match, that night, conflicted with the start time. Thankfully, we were dressed in green. #RaveGreen to be exact.
The first bar scheduled was Giant's Causeway (later name A Terrible Beauty) As you can imagine, the crowd at the bar as well as our crew were drunk by the time we arrived. If memory serves, the seating situation was S.R.O. (standing room only) We did that for hours.
Here's one of my favorite Irish toasts that I bark out after toasting.
May you have food and raiment,
A soft pillow for your head,
May you be forty years in heaven
Before the devil knows you're dead.
Eventually, the crowd dispersed, and our crew bounced. To me, that there must be empty tables and chairs.
I broke away from my sister (WCP) and my bro (TJ) in search of these. Giant's Causeway has two floors. I walked upstairs to the private rooms, and catwalks. As I assumed, many empty tables and booths were seemingly available.
I announced as I asked a large table occupied by the remaining group that used the space, "Excuse me, but are those table available now?"
The leader answered, "Yes, and no. No, you can't use them, but yes, you can join us at this table if you play our drinking games."
I retorted, "I'm bringing two more people. Hang on!"
I returned to WCP, and TJ, convinced them to roll with me, and we posted up. The first game was "Memory". Somewhat mundane but a great fast paced ice breaker. The second game was Fuzzy Duck. "Wait ... what?", you say?
Fuzzy Duck is a drinking game where players sit in a circle. In turn, players alternately utter the phrases "fuzzy duck" and "ducky fuzz". A player may also opt to say, "does he?", in which case play resumes in the opposite direction.[1] If a player says the wrong thing, plays out of turn, or breaks the rhythm of the game, he must drink an agreed-upon measure of an alcoholic beverage.
His death on March 17th, 461 A.D. is the recognized day to commemorate his work with the local pagan Irish.
Irish are warm and welcoming, if not at least witty (some say snarky), which when it comes to drinking they strive for inclusion. To the best of my knowledge, I'm a small percentage of Irish from my Dad's side. It would explain a few things!
That inclusion reminded me of a story that happened on St. Patrick's Day in 2012 ...
A large group of my friends called ourselves, The Brew Crew. We collectively decided to post up in Renton instead of Seattle for our usual celebrating of St. Patrick's Day of corn beef, cabbage and pints of Guinness. That usually is found at any one of the Irish pubs in Seattle.
My sister and I were late because of a Sounders match, that night, conflicted with the start time. Thankfully, we were dressed in green. #RaveGreen to be exact.
The first bar scheduled was Giant's Causeway (later name A Terrible Beauty) As you can imagine, the crowd at the bar as well as our crew were drunk by the time we arrived. If memory serves, the seating situation was S.R.O. (standing room only) We did that for hours.
Here's one of my favorite Irish toasts that I bark out after toasting.
May you have food and raiment,
A soft pillow for your head,
May you be forty years in heaven
Before the devil knows you're dead.
Eventually, the crowd dispersed, and our crew bounced. To me, that there must be empty tables and chairs.
I broke away from my sister (WCP) and my bro (TJ) in search of these. Giant's Causeway has two floors. I walked upstairs to the private rooms, and catwalks. As I assumed, many empty tables and booths were seemingly available.
I announced as I asked a large table occupied by the remaining group that used the space, "Excuse me, but are those table available now?"
The leader answered, "Yes, and no. No, you can't use them, but yes, you can join us at this table if you play our drinking games."
I retorted, "I'm bringing two more people. Hang on!"
I returned to WCP, and TJ, convinced them to roll with me, and we posted up. The first game was "Memory". Somewhat mundane but a great fast paced ice breaker. The second game was Fuzzy Duck. "Wait ... what?", you say?
Fuzzy Duck is a drinking game where players sit in a circle. In turn, players alternately utter the phrases "fuzzy duck" and "ducky fuzz". A player may also opt to say, "does he?", in which case play resumes in the opposite direction.[1] If a player says the wrong thing, plays out of turn, or breaks the rhythm of the game, he must drink an agreed-upon measure of an alcoholic beverage.
TJ and I still talk about one particular girl that we intended to trip up so she would have to drink. But despite our best efforts, she didn't fall. The reason why we focused on her is that we thought was an easy target.
Not so much, as she would rest her head, eyes closed on her boyfriend's shoulder. She was amazing for being that faded. Lord knows I was half as accurate and I was more sober that she was ...
We managed to close down the bar with these folks. We thanked them for the introduction into both games, and inviting us to their table.
So Seattle, and Spaceship Earth, regardless of how you celebrate or who you celebrate with, please be safe, yet party hard.
Until next week, be good like you should, and if you can't be good may the luck of the Irish be with you!
Mic drop *bOoM*
'los; out
Not so much, as she would rest her head, eyes closed on her boyfriend's shoulder. She was amazing for being that faded. Lord knows I was half as accurate and I was more sober that she was ...
We managed to close down the bar with these folks. We thanked them for the introduction into both games, and inviting us to their table.
So Seattle, and Spaceship Earth, regardless of how you celebrate or who you celebrate with, please be safe, yet party hard.
Until next week, be good like you should, and if you can't be good may the luck of the Irish be with you!
Mic drop *bOoM*
'los; out
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