Happy Paddy's and the best of luck to me!

Okay I’ve decided to take it seriously starting from today. 17th March – St. Patrick’s Day (sorry to state the obvious), but it’s Wednesday and one should feel pretty desperate to start new life/quit smoking/start looking for an ideal male-friend on Wednesday… I don’t like Mondays… But I do. Anyway, Wednesday it is, then. I remember reading somewhere that Irish nation, by some dubious cosmic statistics, is the luckiest nation on the globe (maybe that is why the Irish GDP is the highest in Europe… but why am I talking about this?) Paddy, the tastiest beer in the world and a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow – sounds good to me. Quite alluring actually, if you are not thinking about the fact that, abstractly speaking, alcoholism, leaving everything to luck and hope to find some ancient gold in the pewter cauldron (which any evil Leprechaun could use to kill, when you think about it) at the end of the rainbow – all of this smells of madness. Desperate times – desperate measures. And I mean, “We met on St. Patrick’s day – and lived happily ever after” – sounds too good to not give it a chance. This sunny (15 degrees above zero!) March day it can’t be that difficult to find a couple of attractive and bravery-in-fuelled (thanks to the alcohol) businessmen. I should hope so. The necessary numbers were dialed and a couple of my girlfriends and I decided to meet in that Irish pub, outside of Liberty’s.