Such as described, are the comings and goings of the green, on this green day. And on into the weekend. Irish drinking (song) choices, thus played out in living color as men and women cut from that cloth.

Chaotic entry …
As so often, it was a different crowd at Dick’s Bar in Hudson, like the St. Paulites not at the Xcel Energy Center at that very moment, huge green top hat sitting next to her, and for her part the headgear was much the same with a lot of cleavage around green cloth in their clothes everywhere. Strutting down the sidewalk that ran aside were two suits and ties, all appearing totally of course in the color of lime. And not that on the rim of your whiskey or other drink of Irish ilk.
So top coat? Top hat? Wear it? Wallet’s fat?
Bartender Bailey, again a great name on St. Patrick’s Day, went on Amazon and was left with only ordering this T-shirt for her and her shopmates: OK it was a great shirt, in truth: “Irish (symbol) I were dead.” (She also rocked her multi-green-faceted, Emerald Isle-style, top with hat to bottom, wardrobe enhancements, and was in her social element). The main counter area sported a several-foot-long string of shamrocks.
The Moose man of the day said essentially this on his shirt, but not himself personally, just an observation: Sloshed on this day? How much makes you so?

— More various holiday themed, including this just past one if you read down far enough, postcards from the edge (of a ride!) See Picks Of The Week. —

At his Moose bar was a woman wearing a shirt that was creative as far as the theme of various shades of green. So fresh squeezed? It could have been an ad for sweet relish. Green chilis and bell peppers. Are we sure this is not Cinco de Mayo. Hot dog! (Sorry. That silly joke didn’t cut the mustard).
A few chairs away and around the bend of the bar-rail, there was the ultimate Irish redhead, although long straight not curly locks.
Mountain of a man and he’s Scottish too, not just Irish, outside my driver pulls up. Like so many, this guy I know is from both sides of the isle. Maybe Brit also.
There was not too much busyness up and down the cold main street, at least fairly early, but many said that would change when it got close to midnight, and St. Patrick’s Day, actually, had past. Hudson Tap was very packed, even more than earlier as one of the few, well prior to 12 O’Clock. Unusual, as people on this holiday don’t usually wait until late to get going.
When going up and away back to the Great Northeast, Burkhardt was very busy as typical, but Boardman was quite boring. (Unlike around 5 p.m.) New Richmond’s main streets were as mixed a bag as the often quaint Irish of old and new.
Little Italy bartender Shauna had very red hair, but said although she’s a wee bit Irish, but mostly German, and a smidge of other things. Her last name evoked also invoked thoughts of Irish and it was very obscure, but that also delved into the Duetsch. Her family has discussed where their current goings-on have come from. For my part, she indeed looked very much like my cousin, Emerald Isle through and through, named Eithne.
Slide into another Saturday, another T-shirt, another $3.75. Sitting next to me making love to her tonic and gin — or maybe Guinness or Finnegan’s — was someone best described as an updated bit of Irish, with a bit of post-punk style. Her look thus, was very dark green. Could this be Flogging Molly or Dropkick Murphys, or their copiers.
In the grocery aisle, come Sunday, was another only slightly-as-dark green, true Irish with long red hair that that was waved around when hitting her chest.
On sale? Three or four pints for $11.99, oh that’s ice cream not any of those Irish drinking faves.

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