Kiss Me, I’m Of Irish Descent
I was leaving Caleb’s house this morning when he suggested that we turn on the St. Patrick’s Day Parade on TV. We had just finished watching the abysmally boring “My Week With Marilyn,” so I needed something to wake me up for the long walk back to my apartment.
I had every intention of going home to work—which, given that I am taking a completely impromptu trip to India in six days, I desperately need to do—but the sight of my brethren walking up 5th Avenue, decked out in their finest Irish wool, completely stopped my heart.
