I am not a fan of St. Patrick's Day. I wear no green today, except for a stone or two in my necklace. My dislike of the holiday stems from working just off of Fifth Avenue for about three years. You always had to bring your lunch, because running out for a sandwich would mean dodging the drunk people throwing up all over the place. The building guys would have a hose running the whole day, just washing off the sidewalk. Also, four to six hours of bagpipes wailing away triggers migraines. Not fun.
I was further distressed to read in the freebie Metro paper this morning, "Corned beef can stick with the cabbage on the menu for Roman Catholics, as the Archdiocese of New York grants a special dispensation today from rules forbidding the eating of meat on Fridays during Lent." Um, hello? WTF? Further proof that the Church is full of crap.
Kudos to City Council Speaker Christine Quinn for standing up to the parade organizers and just saying NO. She's got three grandparents from County Cork and one from a neighboring county. She's got bright red hair. But she's gay, and the Order of Hiberians wouldn't let her wear a pin or sash acknowledging that fact. I'm proud to work in her district.
One good thing that's come from St. Patrick's Day this year is that Club Med was handing out umbrellas (it's quite sunny today, though) along Fifth Avenue. So I picked one up. Can't pass up a free umbrella!