I loved it three hundred and sixty four days a year. But on St. Patrick's Day I always tried to sleep over at someone else's house so that I'd miss the mayhem.
Tonight I missed another kind of revelry, the St. Patrick's Day celebration with the ukulele band at the Hawaiian restaurant.
I dubbed it Erin Go Brah.
Instead I spent the night rehearsing with the ladies of Three Letters.
They *also* make me very happy.