Because of my name, there is a widely-held belief that I am Irish. It isn't true, but once a year, along with the rest of the country, I pretend that I am. My celebrations have toned down some since the post-college days of green beer and silly hats. When my old coworker, Rob, would come bounding into my office yelling "SHANNON McSHANNON!!!!!" at the top of his lungs. I didn't even wear green today. Or dress the kids in green. But I did make chocolate cupcakes with green peppermint buttercream frosting and had some friends over to share them.
Here in San Antonio, they dye the river green (Chicago-style). I'm sure that Pat O'Brien's and Durty Nelly's will be hopping. Or jigging, as the case may be.
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