The past 5 St. Patrick’s days have been crazy. I’ve been all over the world, with all different people, doing different things. Here’s a recap:
March 17, 2008
New Orleans, LA
St. Patty’s was always during spring break in college and this year I just happened to be in New Orleans on a mission trip with 400 college kids from Clemson and Winthrop. It was a pretty incredible trip (which you can read about here, here, and here). I’m not sure what I did during the day, all I remember is briefly walking/cramming down Bourbon Street. It was so crowded that we all just walked a block and then cut out.
March 17, 2009
This was my first trip to England with one of the besties, Jennifer. I remember seeing parades and bands wander the streets of London all day. That night, we went to a pub and celebrated the day with a green beer.
March 17, 2010
You read it right. I spent St. Patrick’s day in Ireland with three of my best friends. What we quickly learned is that the Irish celebrate quite hard the night before because everyone has St. Patrick’s day off as a holiday. We tried to smash ourselves in a few pubs St. Patrick’s day eve and managed to all get a Guinness to celebrate. We spent the next day, actual St. Patrick’s day, in Blarney. We went in the castle and kissed the Blarney stone. The rest if the day was sent watching a parade and meeting. Few new Irish friends in a pub or two.
March 17, 2011
I was now living in Bellingham, WA and anxiously awaiting my friend Aimee’s visit! She flew into Seattle on St. Patrick’s day so we spent the night in Seattle and saw what the city had to offer on this holiday. It was no Savannah celebration, but for an American city, there was a lot going on. We decided to go into the Blarney Stone pub (only appropriate because of where we were the year before). We hung out there and enjoyed this traveling Irish bagpipe band that stopped in for 10 minutes or so. We trekked on, witnessed a car accident, and then went in another pub, that from the outside looked just like a British pub.
March 17, 2012
I spent St. Patty’s night in Seattle once again, this time at a concert of one of my favorite bands: needtobreathe. Not a bad way to spend the holiday.