This is truly an Americanized holiday. My friend from Ireland says there's no nationwide partying with green beer on March 17.
The dining hall served today, among other things: green rice, pistachio pudding, shamrock-shaped sugar cookies with green sugar on top, green cornbread, and green soft-serve ice cream. (For some reason, they had barbecue pork instead of corned beef and cabbage.) I had the pudding, even though it was green, because I like pistachio pudding, and it has been a while since they served it. I could have eaten my salad without lettuce, broccoli, celery, and cucumber, but it wouldn't have been much of a salad then.
I wear a uniform to work now, so there's little freedom of expression. (I suppose I could wear wild socks.) In previous years, I would proudly wear my orange shirt on St. Patrick's Day. I saw one student in a toned-down, nicely coordinated green and brown ensemble (blazer, sweater, tie, shirt, pants). I saw another student in a sportcoat that can be described only as "Yikes!" (Honestly. I exclaimed out loud when I saw it, and I quickly looked away, lest I burn my eyes.) It's a little late for today, but are you pondering what I'm pondering?
I think so, Brain, but where are we going to find orange socks our size?
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