French Word(s) of the Day:La fête de la Saint-Patrick (la fet day la sawn pah-treek)- St. Patrick’s Day
My next treatment is tomorrow, so I’ve spent my last two weekends having fun honoring my Irish ancestors. (For the record, this does not mean I was drunk. I’m only allowed a glass a day. If I got drunk off that, my ancestors would bow their heads in shame.)
Chicago has embraced St. Patrick’s as its own personal holiday, and by embraced, I mean uses it as an excuse to indulge in near-fatal limits of alcohol. We’ve also embraced other holidays for this purpose, such as Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas, but St. Patrick’s Day is by far the most heavily attended. Drunk, green people can be found in every nook and cranny of the entire city. (Sometimes they’re just wearing green, sometimes their skin is painted green and sometimes they’re temporarily green from being sick.)
I was feeling decently good for all the festivities, which was nice. I lasted ALL of Saint Patrick’s Day and even got a few dances in at one of the bars we went to.
My cousin, Bridget, managed to make it to 21 without having a sip of alcohol. Of course, this meant that she had to catch up on all the fun she’s been missing with a pub crawl. I was only too happy to assist. Don’t worry; she’s Irish. She’s got the whole alcohol thing covered. Not even a headache the next morning! I’m so proud.
People did ask if she was wearing an Irish dancer’s wig. Nope! That hair is the real thing.
Also, can we observe how you can’t even tell mine’s been falling out? I told you I had mad skillz.
This is my fourth time posting this week. I’m giving everyone a false sense of how prolific I am. Please don’t expect this next week or ever again. Normally, I’d wait a bit to post again, but I’ve posted every single year for Valentine’s Day. (And by every single year, I mean the last twoyears.) You can’t break tradition.
It’s become very fashionable to hate Valentine’s Day, especially if you’re single. I completely sympathize. Television stations are exclusively playing awful chick flicks. (I love a good chick flick, but can we discuss how terrible Sweet November is? I got stuck watching it on Saturday. Keanu Reeves- normally unparalleled in his awful acting- went above and beyond even his own worst role.)
My inbox and social media has been flooded with single friends’ statements of anti commercialism and it’s becoming rather annoying. Please stop. You all sound extremely bitter. I’m allowed to say this because I’m also single. (Couples, don’t even attempt to say something. You will be brutally rebuffed.)
Even though most of my close friends are currently in relationships, we decided to take a different route this year. Valentine’s Day shouldn’t just be about trying to find a meaningful gift for the person (or people) you’re dating; you have your anniversary to do that. Today should also be about everyone you care about. To that end, we’re all having a huge group Valentine’s Day celebration with pizza and two games devoted to love: Wink Murder and Cards Against Humanity.
I hope you’re all spending the day telling the people you care about that you love them!
Because the most popular search term for finding this blog is some form of “sparkly hearts,” I’m ending on a glittery note. Currently, this term has been searched for 1,800 times. I’m glad I’m not the only person concerned with sparkly hearts. Here’s for all you dreamers out there:
French Word of the Day: la triskaïdékaphobie (la trisk-ai-deck-ah-phob-ee)- triskaidekaphobia, fear of the number thirteen
As many of you know, I’m not so fond of the number thirteen. Call it superstition or call it being vastly intelligent to all those unfortunate souls who say thirteen’s their lucky number. (It’s not. You’re all lying to yourselves.)
Having a full year of it makes me want to run in the other direction. (I think that would be back to 2012?) I’m going to take a leaf out of the “lucky thirteeners” books and say that this year is going to be my year. And even though Kim and Kanye are reproducing, this is in no way indicative of the end of the world.
Now it’s down to making resolutions I don’t intend to keep. Good luck everyone! We can get through this together!
Fall ends tomorrow, and with it, my opportunities to post the 5 thousand pictures I’ve taken on my phone. (A season is only good to me if it’s photogenic.)
In case you all thought I was languishing at home like some 19th century writer, depressed about being ill and frail (5000% of 19th century writers had tuberculosis), here’s some proof that I’ve been going out and enjoying myself rather than writing depressing sonnets in iambic pentameter.
I hope you’re all ready for some orange.
You can’t smell it in this photo, but there’s definitely some spirit to this cider.
This is actually vegan chilli, which is what happens when your friends don’t appreciate animal by products.
Pumpkins for everyone!
…This meant 3 tons of pumpkin seeds
I may or may not have used the stencil that came with the carving tools. I’m extremely creative that way.
A zoo visit was in order.
Nouvelle Vague, my French friends of the singing world.
I got these tickets for free from work.
I washed my hands directly afterwards.
We like fire.
We like fire a LOT.
Exercised my rights as a citizen, NBD.
Sue and I have a lot in common.
They started a trend with these hats.
Really, let’s all focus on that beautiful stuffing.
My uncle wanted to test it to make sure it was okay for the rest of us.
Box seats to see the Who? Not a bad deal.
Miss Jennifer Hudson looking fierce.
I’ve never tried the gallery thing before, but the Mayan Apocalypse is tomorrow, so I thought I’d try something new before oblivion sets in.
French Word(s) of the Day:scintillement (sun-teal-mon)- glitter
You can tell it’s that time of year again… Le jour de la Saint–Valentin. (I don’t know why the French used the feminine definite article for a male saint, but I’m going to roll with it.)
Saint Valentine performed marriage ceremonies for couples at a time when it was illegal for them to marry. He was imprisoned for his efforts, and eventually stoned and beheaded. So naturally, we celebrate him with sparkly hearts and chocolate.
Accordingly, the current most-searched terms on my blog are: pink sparkly love hearts, valentine’s day glitter cards, bon saint valentin (spelled various different ways), pink valentine heart gif, and… Snooki? I’m not going to dwell on that one. If you want Snooki to be your valentine, more power to you.
Here’s to love in all its forms! This lovely street art can be found on rue Saint Lazare.