St. Patrick’s Day is definitely NOT a big deal here in Phoenix. Oh sure, plenty of bars and restaurants in Scottdale and Tempe celebrate it OK, but the feeling is just not the same. Now Cinco de Mayo – that’s a whole ‘nutha thing entirely. Up in the Northeast, and in Savannah and Chicago and other places, it’s huge, and I’ll miss pubcrawling with the Goodboys in downtown Lowell MA and the $2.95 corned beef and cabbage dinner at Cappy’s Copper Kettle, but that’ll have to wait for another year.

(Of course, this year several of the Goodboys chose a freakin’ quasi-fern bar in Dracut instead. Sigh…I do declare, the lads are going soft in their old age!!

But no worries, Tracey and I will have our own home-made feast right here at home. And entertained by live-streaming Irish music direct from Dublin, no less!!

What would any St. Patrick’s Day post be without a little Irish humor:

Paddy was driving down the street in a sweat because he had an important meeting and couldn’t find a parking place. Looking up to heaven he said, “Lord take pity on me. If you find me a parking place I will go to Mass every Sunday for the rest of me life and give up me Irish Whiskey!”

Miraculously, a parking place appeared.

Paddy looked up again and said, “Never mind, I found one.”

The last word on this day goes to John Lennon, from his song “The Luck of The Irish” (one of my favorite tunes of his, BTW), commenting on the heavy-handedness of the British when it came to Northern Ireland:

“If you had the luck of the Irish, you’d wish you were English instead.”

Happy St. Patrick’s Day from all the Goodboys and Goodboys Nation weblog!