campus is crawling with these creatures. a sea of green off to lectures, recitation, and then to the bar. perhaps its my colonial (potato-hating?) heritage, but i don't get it... (and i have it on authority that my irish ex-pat counterparts don't quite get it either. especially the "let's turn the rivers green" part: "jayzus, what 're they thinkin'?").
i also happen to know that i can expect to be feted by a whole array of "shamrock/paddy art" when i pick up my boy from preschool tonight, and there will be much green glitter and tissue paper festooning the floor of the car for a few months to come.
UPDATE: Uhm, how about your three-yr old coming home with an utterly green painted face,
"honey, you look like the hulk!"
"NO, no, NO! I am a LEPRECHAUN."
"NOOOO, just a leprechuaaaaaan.
but on the other hand, if it gives me an excuse to get drunk of my ass on guiness and jamesons tonight, or to do green jello shots, I'M IN.
So, top of the mornin', afternoooon, and evenin' to ya all"
p.s. don't get me wrong, i fucking love ireland. and potatoes. and cabbage. (but not Enya).