So St. Patrick's Day 2007 for me involved my nostrils being so filled with mucus that I couldn't breath, the city covered in snow, ice, and what the Weather Channel described as "undetermined precipitation," and studying for a midterm.
The week before was when I did most of my St. Paddy's day celebration at the
Harpoon Brewery St. Pat's Festival. Not going to delve into the sordid details; but it ended up I being the relatively sober one in the party (screw you, Asian flush and my ALDH mutation!!), yet still being coerced into doing an Irish jig for a radio station t-shirt. And then being asked to have an Irish dance-off with someone else. And trying to remember if people were videotaping this and searching YouTube for any videos of a Filipino doing Riverdance for the past week.
I should have taken the dance-off challenge; they're so rare.
Somehow I do feel cheapened by this experience, but it is a nice t-shirt (WBOS 92.3). I didn't get a damn thing for this
video 5 years ago.
So why am I afraid of a video now? Can't blame being a high-schooler like in this one.
