Kiss Me, I’m Irish

Not really.  Well, maybe.  I don’t know.  I have freckles (naturally) and red hair (courtesy of my hair salon).  I’ve never traced my heritage back, though I had an uncle who was doing that well before the internet made it so easy.  I’ve heard on my father’s side there’s some German but I don’t know how far back I have to go to find it, but I think I’ve heard there’s some Irish as well.  Mom’s side?  Dad’s?  But I’m all for a fun time, so I’m digging the “Kiss me, I’m Irish” slogan.

I even bought the T-shirt from Target!  (Which I cannot find to post a picture of it.)

St. Patrick’s Day is one of those fun holidays that hasn’t spread out and become too commercialized…yet.  I don’t feel the pressure from Hallmark to buy someone a St. Patrick’s Day card.  If the holiday passes and I didn’t do anything special for it, no big whoop.  I also like that it is always March 17.  Not the third Wednesday of March or something stupid like that.  (Though I wouldn’t put it past our politicians to pass some sort of law mandating it.  Morons.)  It’s a simple holiday which gave us an excuse in elementary school to fight over the green crayons, in middle school to study the history of St. Patrick, and in high school math to plot coordinates resulting in a the shape of a shamrock.  And THEN fight over the green crayons again.

I also have to admit to digging the idea of drinking green beer even though beer is not my beverage of choice.  I did have it when I spent a St. Patrick’s Day in Savannah, Georgia.  Now I know Chicago has the rep for the green river, but Savannah’s celebration can give Chicago a run for it’s money….which is also green.  I remember green beer, hanging out with a friend, and….and….something to do with green…more beer….and green beer.  Apparently, I had fun.

Speaking of green beer and fun…have you ever been to a writer’s conference and smack in the middle of editor and agent pitch sessions, you see a parade of leprechauns and other festively dressed folks pass through as part of a pub crawl?  Yes. Yes, I have.  I wasn’t pitching, but wish I had.  That follow up letter would have been so easy to send with the partial or full manuscript request.  I mean what editor wouldn’t remember having a leprechaun sit on her lap mid-pitch?  Not saying that happened, but I kind of wish it had as opposed to the agent who took a phone call in the middle of my pitch session.  (Definitely crossed that one off my list.)

Whether you’re Irish or not, feel free to bust out the green wig, drink green beer, and dance an Irish jig on March 17.  Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

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About Micki Gibson

Young Adult fiction writer
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11 Responses to Kiss Me, I’m Irish

  1. jeff salter says:

    Okay, here’s your kiss: [ smooch ]
    I don’t know for certain whether I have Irish blood or not. But, like you, I have a FEELING that I probably do. I know there’s Scots blood as well as west European. Plus two tribes of native American. Bound to be some shamrocks in there somewhere.
    Never had a desire to drink green beer.
    Cute pix of you with green wig. At least I hope that’s a wig.

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    • Micki Gibson says:

      Full disclosure: That photo was NOT taken on St. Patrick’s Day. It was for my son’s Star Wars themed birthday party. My husband led the kids in “Jedi” training and they all had to do a Jedi mind trick on the alien in the kitchen with green hair. “I can have all the cake I want,” each Jedi-in-training said to me. No one was looking for any droids. 🙂

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  2. Wow, you are so THERE, Micki…ready for an American St.Patrick’s Day. I’ll claim you all; I know the Joyce side is mostly Irish…and everyone is Irish on St.Patrick’s Day…leprechauns or not. Go easy on the drinks, before you see them whether they are there or not!

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  3. I love my Irish heritage and St. Pat’s day. Everyone is Irish then. I have ancestors from the Emeral Isle – traced back to the 1100s – we were a party people even back then. No one can tell a story like an Irishman who’s kissed the Blarney Stone (although I’ve heard in moden times that the locals go out late at night and urinate on it) UGH!

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  4. Iris B says:

    I’m just pure German, I know that one … but I’m sure my stork accidently dropped me on its way to the British Isle …. something definately gone wrong!
    As for the green beer – I think you can get that any old time in Berlin … so remember next time you travel there to taste green beer 😉
    I would’ve loved to be at that writers’ conference … hilarious!

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    • Micki Gibson says:

      I was in a green dress at the writers’ conference, so it wouldn’t have been too difficult to jump in with the parade of folks passing through. But if I had, y’all might be reading my obituary instead of a blog post, because I’m sure Jillian would have strangled me for bailing on her. Either that, or she would have joined the festivities and said to heck with the conference.

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      • Iris B says:

        I’m sure J would’ve joined you – after all …. soooo much green, so many leprechauns …. imagine the luck you would’ve had for days …. years ….. LOL

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