If you’re one of us that live north of the Mason-Dixon Line, March is the eighth month of winter.
It feels like a total ZERO except for the teeny glimmer of joy on the 17th that makes our overeating, over-drinking, and (desperate) need for social interaction seem kinda “required.”
Simply put, March is a crazy-fun-Irish-jig, buffered between two weeks of “what day is it, again?” on either side.
It. Is. Our. Irish. March. Sanity.
I’m Irish, so I feel connected to it, right?
But looking deeper, there’s a ton I did NOT know…
Like…did you know the first US St. Patrick's Day parade was in 1601?
But the first IRISH parade in Dublin wasn’t ‘til 1931!
Over 300 years later?
Whaaat?
Also wearing green in Ireland is specific to Catholics.
Orange is Prodistant, white is unity and peace between the two!
Green is totally an American thing.
Actually, it’s more of a family, Christian holiday in Ireland.
Go to church, no green beer (why do Americans love green beer?)
(...seriously, why..?)
The Irish toast, “Sláinte!” (pronounced, “slawn-cha”)
means, “To health!”
Which is a tad ironic since WE gorge on corned beef and cabbage, but an Irish family is probably chowing on fish-n-chips.
So what does it all mean?
Nothing, really.
If you love your corned beef and green beer, have at it.
If you go fish-n-chips and a Guinness, nice!
Just know that—and I promise you this—March will be over in about 10 weeks.
Give or take.
