I find St. Patrick’s Day increasingly difficult to deal with as I’ve become more and more of a beer geek. Years ago, I would drink Guinness or Harp, wear green, get hammered and go with the flow. It was the one day of the year where I could flaunt my surname with pride: G…A…double L-I…G-A-N spells Galligan! Pass a green beer!
These days the only real joy I get out of the holiday is from McDonald’s Shamrock Shakes and the festive green poops they produce. Okay, maybe that’s TMI, but you get the idea – I’m now a man without a country on St. Patty’s Day.
On the one hand, the blogger in me says maybe I should do a Today Show post to try and introduce the masses to some other wonderful Irish American beers, like Schlafly’s Dry Irish Stout, which totally kicks the butt of the crappy Guinness we get in these parts. But no one wants to be educated about the finer points of selecting an Irish-style stout, they want to wear green sunglasses and throw up in gutters. St. Patty’s is for parties, not seminars.
On the other hand, you have my resistance to doing hackey posts about holidays, my recent Super Bowl post notwithstanding. I’m not gonna do “5 Ways to Funnel Green Beer” or “How to Make a Shamrock-Topped Guinness.” But that’s what the people want, and as a beer blogger during one of America’s biggest beer holidays, I feel the need to write something.
So here I am, stuck in a strange limbo, over thinking things and unable to enjoy a holiday that used to be so mindlessly simple:
1. Get “Irish” beer (once upon a time this meant Killian’s Irish Red – what did I know!?)
2. Drink Irish beer
3. Bother girls
Number 1 and 2 are off the table because I’m a beer snob, and I’m pretty sure my wife would have an issue with #3.
So instead, I’ve decided to vent about my dismay here, to you poor folks. It’s all I could think to do.
Anyway, if you’re heading out for some St. Patty’s fun, good on ya. Have a great time and don’t worry about what you’re drinking this weekend – I’ve done enough of that for the both of us!