My daughter is stopping by with her bitchy mother so we can Irish it up all day. I hope she doesn't bring any of her friends. I can get a little obnoxious after a half a bottle of Redbreast 15. I'm so excited.
Don't have any in the house and of course because of the manufactured terror I'm too afraid to go to the liquor store until the media is satisfied and this all blows over.
My little daughter spent the day, I gave her a primer on the 1981 hunger strikers and general Irish republicanism, and we sang Irish rebel songs for an hour or so while I became increasingly intoxicated. I am very proud that my child is able to capably sing the lyrics to many of the classics, she sounds like an angel belting out Fields of Athenry and especially Joe McDonnell and The Ballad of Alan Ryan even though Alan was kind of a scumbag as I dutifully explained.
There are no prouder young people than the Irish, they are utterly unapologetic of their ancient heritage.
Although I was born in the United States I maintain dual citizenship and consider myself almost equally Irish. If you don't like this GFY.
My daughter is a true inion na h'Eireann. Again, if you don't like this GFY.