I don’t know if you did any celebrating yesterday, but I was not in the St. Pat’s Day zone. Instead, I was at a baby shower for a beloved friend.

 

On any given March 17th, I’m super down with corned beef and cabbage. I also happen to be a Guinness girl, so throwing back a couple of Guinn-eye wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for me, either. Green beer, however, is another issue entirely.

 

Why? I mean it, friends. Why would anyone deliberately alter the beautiful color of beer? Are green teeth that much of a turn-on? (No.) Am I not celebrating St. Pat’s if my drink is its own natural color? (Of course I’m celebrating.) Should post-drunk urine need to frighten me? (No, it should not.)

 

There was a time when I was open to drinks of unnatural hue. One particular evening, I over-imbibed with a variety of beverages, including Blue Curacao and Watermelon Margaritas. I won’t lie, y’all, I got sick as a dog. And when my body expelled the demon poison, the vomit looked like a scary, twisted rainbow. From that moment on, I’ve had a hard rule about drinking unnaturally colored alcohol. I’ve lived by it and I have no intention of breaking it. So when someone offers me green beer, I decline. It just isn’t my doodle.

 

If you downed some green beer yesterday, I hope you had a good time. I hope you celebrated with joy. And I especially hope the green beast didn’t make a reappearance, coming back the way it went in.

 

Until next St. Pat’s…

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