I have a strange fascination with everything Irish. The land, the people, the culture, the food, the history ... everything is captivating and irresistible. And, I could listen to someone with an irish accent talk all day long, especially if he's cute. I find very little to dislike about people who sing at funerals and are always up for a pint and a chat. I am also always up for celebrating something, anything.
We joined the masses Saturday morning at the greening of the Chicago River (see the comic-book green color they turn the river in the picture). Then we celebrated St. Patrick's day with some whiskey, some beer, some good food, and lots of laughs. The entire town was out in green shirts, happy, and ready for some fun. And half of the town is out again today. More green, more beer, more fun. What could be wrong with a culture that inspires so many non-Irish around the world to celebrate its national holiday?