Saturday, March 08, 2008
Unluck of the Irish
I am snickering behind my hand. If I were living in Elizabethan times, I would be snickering behind my fan.
St. Patrick's Day has to be cancelled!
Okay, not cancelled. Moved.
I'm hoping that the move will confuse everyone and rivers will not turn green. Many people could be spared from up chucking their socks up because they are not used to drinking so much beer, especially beer that is green.
This year St. Patrick's Day lands right smack dab in the middle of Holy Week. Monday of Holy Week to be precise. Okay, the beginning of Holy Week. That hasn't happened since 1940. I don't know what they did about it in 1940, but this year the Bishops have firmly requested that St. Patrick's Day be moved to Friday the 14th.
I'm not really excited about this plan either, as that puts the celebration on the last Friday of the Fridays in Lent (by the time we get to Good Friday, it is no longer Lent), which throws the whole corned beef dinner thing into a tizzy, just for starters. We have no business having a party on the Last Friday of the Fridays of Lent. Drinking beer until we are blind and spinning isn't in keeping with aligning ourselves with the suffering of Our Lord. Having to sleep with one foot on the floor is nothing to offer up for the Poor Souls in Purgatory, who would probably love to have a cold one. We shouldn't be eating corned beef on any Friday in Lent, either.
We occassionally do have St. Patrick's Day land on a Friday in Lent, in which case you can get a special dispensation from your bishop to have your corned beef dinner, but not at your house, at the church fund raiser.
I have mentioned before that I am no big fan of St. Patrick's Day. I have nothing against St. Patrick himself. I am just disappointed that this great saint has been reduced to an excuse to vomit up your socks and miss work the next day. And on a national level.
Some cities have already complied with the Bishops' request. Not because they are happy to comply. They just don't want a stink raised by the "War on Christmas" crowd. Fine. Whatever works.
So here's a head's up! Get down to the drug store and snap up your fuzzy shamrock a few days early this year! Plug in your red nosed leprechaun night light before Holy Week! And mark your calendar for the next time St. Patrick's Day lands in Holy Week--in 2160.