English.... Irish... English... Irish...

One quick and trivial rant to get in -- why do some in town tout the Sherlock Holmes Pub as a good place to go on St Patrick's Day?

Sherlock Homes = English
St. Patrick = Irish

It's a great bar and all, convenient and cozy, but that's just wrong.

Granted, last year I went out and danced to britpop on St. Patty's... but trust me, I felt bad. I'm quite certain this earns me time in a special level of hell.

I'd consider myself part Irish by assimilation. My "second family" is a pretty hardcore proud-to-be-Irish household. My grade school had off on St. Patrick's Day. I've marched in parades, I experience intense cravings for corned beef and cabbage, and now am in possession of the kick-ass Irish Soda Bread recipe which my fake-aunt makes every year. Also, I like drinking. That could be the Italian in me, though.

Anyway, I don't really know what I'm doing tomorrow, other than a birthday dinner... but if I end up drinking in a bar with a picture of the Queen on the wall, know that I will be cringing inside, awaiting being struck down by God.

Happy early St. Patrick's Day!
Also, happy belated Einstein's birthday (Monday)!
(aside: is it just me, or did anyone else think that Einstein's birthday, on the 100th anniversary of all his big papers coming out n' stuff, would be a good reason to go out and party? .... Uh, hello?)