Saint Patrick’s Day is one of those holidays that began as a holy feast day and has turned into an excuse for anyone and everyone to drink beer until unconscious. That’s how Americans observe it, anyway; I’m told that much of Ireland still celebrates Saint Patrick’s Day the way it was intended. Americans have really latched onto this holiday. I mean, for crying out loud, Chicago does this:
Anyway, if nothing else, this holiday is a great excuse to celebrate the wonderful culture of beautiful Ireland. Here in the Fort, we are fortunate to have an amazing Irish pub, which throws a block party each year on St. Patrick’s Day. I love JK O’Donnell’s because they serve traditional Irish pub fare and have traditional Irish ales on tap. Soccer games are shown on TV screens. All the furniture inside was shipped over from Ireland. Even the bartender is from Dublin. The atmosphere is amazing.
If you prefer to stay home, might I recommend a viewing of Waking Ned Devine, my personal favorite film about Ireland. It is charming and amusing, incorporating Irish culture with beautiful scenery, Celtic music, and the small towns and villages one often associates with much of the country.
If music is more your thing, check out the High Kings – they are awesome. Some others I enjoy are Lisa Hannigan, Enya, and Moya Brennan. There’s also the overplayed U2, though their sound is rather un-Irish, and the popular Damien Rice.
Oh, and don’t forget Riverdance! May the road ever rise to meet you…