We don't have a drop of Irish blood in my family, but that doesn't stop us from celebrating what's really important about St. Patrick's Day: overindulgence.
What we DO have in my family is a St. Patrick's Day birthday, which is my sister Kim's big day. In recognition of this, I like to start my March 17th by calling Mozzicato's Bakery in Hartford and ordering a giant chocolate mousse cake. I have them write "Happy Birthday, Kim" on the top, and I go pick it up right away. Sometimes, I even remember to invite my sister over before I dig in.
I think everyone knows that the best part of St. Patrick's Day is that you get to imbibe as much as you want of your favorite drink, and when you puke on a stranger's shoes, they'll just chalk it up to holiday festivities. This is why I like to fire up not one, but twelve coffee pots early in the day. My college days are long over, my friends, but that doesn't mean I can't drink my favorite quaff - Dunkin' Donuts Morning Blend - to the point where I'm so hyped up, I start pretending I'm a smurf with a brilliant plan to outsmart Gargamel using just our living room furniture and spackle. Our first St. Patrick's Day together, Jason thought I had lost my mind completely, but once he saw my giant spackle fort, complete with a sofa moat, I could tell he thought my idea was smurftastic. Yippeee! More coffee, please!
Of course, the worst part of St. Patrick's Day is the way you feel the next morning. I can't tell you how many times I've woken up with the worst caffeine migraine in the history of headaches. I've found, though, that the best cure is the hair of the dog that bit you. Which is why, on March 18th, you'll find me with my coffee in a giant to-go cup, driving back to Hartford for my second chocolate mousse cake in as many days.
Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone! And Happy Birthday, Kim!
What we DO have in my family is a St. Patrick's Day birthday, which is my sister Kim's big day. In recognition of this, I like to start my March 17th by calling Mozzicato's Bakery in Hartford and ordering a giant chocolate mousse cake. I have them write "Happy Birthday, Kim" on the top, and I go pick it up right away. Sometimes, I even remember to invite my sister over before I dig in.
I think everyone knows that the best part of St. Patrick's Day is that you get to imbibe as much as you want of your favorite drink, and when you puke on a stranger's shoes, they'll just chalk it up to holiday festivities. This is why I like to fire up not one, but twelve coffee pots early in the day. My college days are long over, my friends, but that doesn't mean I can't drink my favorite quaff - Dunkin' Donuts Morning Blend - to the point where I'm so hyped up, I start pretending I'm a smurf with a brilliant plan to outsmart Gargamel using just our living room furniture and spackle. Our first St. Patrick's Day together, Jason thought I had lost my mind completely, but once he saw my giant spackle fort, complete with a sofa moat, I could tell he thought my idea was smurftastic. Yippeee! More coffee, please!
Of course, the worst part of St. Patrick's Day is the way you feel the next morning. I can't tell you how many times I've woken up with the worst caffeine migraine in the history of headaches. I've found, though, that the best cure is the hair of the dog that bit you. Which is why, on March 18th, you'll find me with my coffee in a giant to-go cup, driving back to Hartford for my second chocolate mousse cake in as many days.
Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone! And Happy Birthday, Kim!
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