Do you believe in fairies dressed in green hats and coats? By nightfall on St. Patrick’s Day, seeing just might be believing. On March 17 everyone embraces the opportunity to revel in all the fun of being Irish for a day.
The day kicks off with parades as dancers step lively to rhythmic strains from concertinas. Flags wave their bands of green, white and orange in the late winter breeze. The sounds of skirling bagpipes resonate for blocks and spectators dress in shades reminiscent of the emerald isle.
Feasts abound with the traditional fare of corned beef & cabbage, potatoes and soda bread. And beer flows. From golden ales to rich dark stouts, taps in bars are working overtime.
It’s not uncommon for folks to spend the evening pub-crawling, taking pause at various bars with increasing merriment along the way. Perhaps the best explanation for such extreme inebriation is simply a quest to catch a glimpse of the legendary leprechaun.
According to Irish mythology, leprechauns stash their golden coins in a pot at the end of the rainbow, and any human who captures the elusive character is granted three wishes.
There lies the challenge. Balancing the consumption of enough alcohol to see a little green man with a red beard without being too intoxicated to capture him.
Of course, the next day your designated driver will deny all claims that any little green men appeared. But you really did see him, didn’t you?
You can always switch roles next year to allow that skeptic the opportunity, but to miss out on the fun of the chase yourself? Nah.