Saint Patrick's Day

I could not think of anything to write because I don’t celebrate Saint Patrick’s Day, although I observe it wearing green, if I don’t forget. I just remembered I dated a guy, who has Irish ancestry last year. Yes, we celebrated Saint Patrick’s Friday night for it fell on Wednesday. We agreed on wearing something green and meeting at the Irish pub, called Ireland’s 32 to have dinner and dance to the tunes of a rock band. As expected, he was wearing a green shirt and I wearing a green blouse. The place was packed when we got there, standing near the door a while. We walked to another pub across the street to eat and walked back for the band, got lucky to get a table, comfortably listened and danced the night away and of course chatted until the wee hours, the closing time. Well, he did not give me a four leaf clover for luck, whatever fizzled out.