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When I made my first appearance in public on St. Patrick’s Day (at The Brunchery), I was a little embarrassed that I didn’t have an green on. Turns out, I was lucky (har har) enough to have both packed and not have worn my only pair of green underwear by that morning. I didn’t even realize until later.
That said, it turns out orange would have been just fine as well (not that I was wearing any of that either), as I learned from 6 Signs You’re NOT Irish. It also turns out that the Irish aren’t so lucky sometimes.
Finally, I hate to admit that I had a green beer on Friday and zero Guinnesses on Monday. The later couldn’t be helped much, as I spent most of the day driving in the car. I’m positive I’ll make up the difference at some point, probably by preparing Guinness Stew
