St Paddy’s Day 2014 – Dublin

Pattys day blog-10Our first St. Paddy’s Day in Dublin was spent in the heart of city centre at J. W. Sweetman’s pub. From the second story window in a small room we were all able to watch the parade as it went by us below. I’ll admit I was nervous to take the kids into the city with the crowds and the cold weather and all the stuff we would need to lug around.
Turns out things went perfectly well! The four of us managed to make it to the bus stop near our home by 845am. The first bus pulled up and quickly left us in the dust as our large group didn’t have the strollers folded down and ready to go. Luckily, the next bus came in 6 minutes, which was a relief as the buses were running on a Sunday schedule which means buses are few and far between. Somehow the bus wasn’t overly crowded, in fact, it was nearly empty. We met a handful of our friends and ate a full Irish breakfast whilst waiting for Sweetman’s to open. We were told at first 1030, then 11, etc; it soon became clear that Sweetman’s would open when they damn well felt like it.

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Ahhh but soon the Guinness was flowing and the crowds were lively. I must say I thought it would be a bit more raucous than I witnessed, but we didn’t stay out for Paddy’s Day evening, which is supposedly crazy.
This picture here is of the back of some Irish girls who are late teens early twenties. The young girls here get spray tans (think Oompa Loompa) and dress literally like prostitutes. We saw tons of cheekies hanging out of itty bitty shorts and fish net hose. Think Nebraska Ave. Tampa peeps šŸ™‚pattys day parade-99
Miss A danced around and stomped her feet to the Irish music and twirled in her giant pettiskirt (which was the envy of many girls and their mothers). The baby preferred to be held likely because whoever was holding him was also holding a Guinness. I swear that boy was mesmerized by the suds! I love this picture of J and baby T because just as I snapped it, this giant Viking man with full red beard appeared on the stairs above. I must say this random photo bomb by a giant, ginger was priceless.Pattys day blog-9
My daughter became enamored with our friend’s sister in law, Mary, who was in town for a visit from NYC. If you read my story about making Irish soda bread and accidentally offending an Asian then you will be pleased to know I shared this story with Mary, who is Phillipino. Upon being told, Mary nearly spit out her Irish breakfast & laughed hysterically; she said when she goes to Chinese restaurants in the city with her friends she is the only person at the table given chopsticks instead of a fork. Turns out Mary sucks at using chopsticks and always has to pull someone aside and make a special request for a fork. We were fast friends and hung out the rest of the day chasing our two little girls around.
After the parade we went to DiFontaine’s which is the only pizza place in town that has a legit NY style pizza. Our group crushed three whole pizzas, while to our amazement all four children (everyone under 3 and a half) slept peacefully. On the way out of the restaurant a group of cute ladies were ooooohhhhing and aaaaaahhhhhing over A sleeping with her giant pettiskirt on and shamrock leggings to boot. One said in a posh Brit accent, “Oh my God, my ovaries hurt! She is so cute!” I love how Brits say the most ridiculous of things and make it sound fancy with their accent.
J and I decided to start walking towards home and grab a cab when the kids woke up; we live a mere 3km from the city centre. On our walk we spotted this lovely little sign and thought of our dear friend, Kyle. Apparently, this pub loves Chuck Norris too.Pattys day blog-12
We ended up walking home as the kids slept until we turned on our street….perfect up just in time to scream and cry for our arrival home. All in all it was a successful Paddy’s day outing and I am glad I forced J’s hand into going.
Paddy’s day celebrations and parades are actually more of an American tradition brought on by the large amount of Irish immigrants who wanted to hang onto their culture. I’m guessing that Paddy’s day in NYC and Boston are a little bit larger and more out of control than here. I did hear on local news that 1 million people attended the parade, but it just didn’t seem that crowded to me.
I was genuinely surprised at how little most Americans know of St Patrick especially when so many celebrate the holiday more than the folks in Ireland. Here it is if you don’t know….St Patrick is not Irish as he traveled to Ireland to bring Christianity here. He baptized the first person in the country at the site where St Patrick’s cathedral is now located. March 17th is the day he died not the day he was born. Kind of weird that he wasn’t Irish and we celebrate his death, go figure. I’m sincerely hoping that American education improved by the time we move home and that our children can be taught more about this wonderful world in which we live, but I’ll stop for now as that is an entirely different post.
I would say top o’the mornin to ya or Erin Go Bragh, but the Irish don’t really say that, so I’ll say
Cheers. Paddy’s day was grand(e)!


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