St Patrick’s day is drawing to a close. There is cement still stuck to my hands. It’s the quick setting variety so I can’t linger.
In Ireland it’s a national holiday. We can do whatever we like, within reason. This year I happpened to use the day off to refurbish the bathroom in my parents house, hence the cement. It was probably safer for all that way.
There is a lot of talk about drinking and getting drunk on days like this.
I will be totally honest. I like beer. I like (love actually) the taste. Like an angel crying on my tongue.
I don’t like being drunk. But I do really enjoy that point where the mind starts to relax, feel happy, feel funny.
I wish that feeling would linger all night.
But that’s the problem with alcohol, isn’t it. It’s all nice and smooth and soft until…until…