For those of you not already far gone in drink, a few reminders as the saloons stretch St. Patrick's Day into a three-day binge.
If you must be familiar with the saint named Patrick, his nickname is Paddy, from the Irish Padraig. Thus St. Paddy's Day, as Paddy, Not Patty has been at considerable pains to instruct you. Patty is a woman's name, the diminutive of Patricia. Do not number yourself among the ignorant on the Internet insisting that American subliteracy should prevail on this point.
And if you are not on intimate terms with the saint, his name is Patrick, mate.
Pray also do not indulge in a drink called the "Irish car bomb," out of respect for those who were the object of the thing itself during the Troubles.
Actually, why you would wish to mix Jameson, Guinness, and Bailey's in the first place suggests a possible deficiency in taste, Jameson and Guinness being very fine things on their own and requiring no enhancements.
Last, you will hear some people disparage Bushmills and refuse to touch it because it is distilled in Northern Ireland and is thus a bloody Protestant liquor. Surely, since the Good Friday Agreement of 1998 and the subsequent moderations in both Northern Ireland and the Republic, and given the warm glow and potential for fellowship that uisce beatha bestows on those who cosume it, we can hope that a spirit of ecumenism may extend to these admirable distilled spirits.
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