Kiss me, I’m Irish. Actually, I’m possibly Norwegian or Danish, and it’s four days too late for St. Patty’s, but it’s a GREAT shamrock, isn’t it? Can’t you spare a little lippage?
Let us not stereotype too much this St. Patrick’s. Smiling Irish eyes might just be shockingly blue, and smiling Irish hair–is that a thing?–might be a “Von Trappe” bleached blonde. Don’t rule it out.
A little-known St. Patrick’s tradition: wearing a post-it on your forehead gives you guaranteed free drinks in any participating bar, regardless of age or current sobriety. This goes back to the reign of George III, when bibilous courtesans weaved drunkenly through the city streets wearing George’s seal on their heads. “You see this? You see this thing here? That means me and George, we’reÂ tight. Now pass over the bottle of Beafeater and no-one gets censured.”
I’m not going to speculate on the giant clover. It’s probably part of a rain ritual, most things are.
Savers on North Loop and Burnet, Austin