The Time is Nigh
Mar. 17th, 2017 05:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xp_rouletteAh, St. Patrick's Day, a day that is only more loathed than Santacon, when Broadway will become a rippling sea of puke and green plastic beads.
I shall be holed up in my favorite Irish pub, surrounded by expats, wishing drunken passer-bys words that the Irish speak upon this most sacred of Holidays, a wish expressed by them to the rest of the world:
ithe go leor de na leanaí!
Now take these words and speak them, and tell them Auntie Jennie sent you.
Sláinte!
I shall be holed up in my favorite Irish pub, surrounded by expats, wishing drunken passer-bys words that the Irish speak upon this most sacred of Holidays, a wish expressed by them to the rest of the world:
ithe go leor de na leanaí!
Now take these words and speak them, and tell them Auntie Jennie sent you.
Sláinte!
