Pace on Earth

The Night Pat Murphy Died

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

I forgot what day it was when I woke up this morning and neglected to wear something green. Nancy's invite for a corned beef and cabbage dinner tonight reminded me so I went home at lunch and found my only green sweater and the Ireland scarf I bought at a rugby game in Dublin in 1991. I'm ready to roll now.

A little later in the afternoon one of my bored friends showed up online to wish me a happy St. Pat's and pointed out that New Brunswick has it's own Irish Cultural Association. What's more, this association is lead by President Pat Murphy. I can't make this stuff up. Wouldn't it be weird to have a song written about your death long before it happens:

There is a %99.99 chance that I will hear this song (multiple times) this evening. Off to dinner.

Pace out.

posted by Vitamin S @ 5:37 p.m.