March 1, 2007
Did I mention that Hoboken knows how to party?
St' Patrick's Day, traditionally a day for the Irish to put on silly t-shirts and hats, parade through the streets, and get as drunk as they like, begins here today and will go on until at least March 17, the day the rest of the world knows as the day of the departed saint's birth.
There's going to be a parade down Washington Street this afternoon. Bars will open at 11 A.M., and if you're interested in standing in a line in the freezing rain to get in, the lines form at 10. Hoboken's blogs are active with advice on how to manage alcohol intake by starting early and going slow, eating a little sump'n-sump'n during the day and drinking water as you go. All of which I might have done some 30 years ago, but doesn't appeal to me today. I want to be a part of it, being a newcomer; I have to see what is known as Amateur Day around here. Not that I haven't seen this kind of thing before, but not lately, not here. We have Mardi Gras in Lower Alabama, and I've seen many drunken spectacles including New Year's Eve in London, but I haven't yet experienced St. Pat's in Hoboken.
I had an idea that even sounds lame to me at 7:15 in the morning when I was sipping my morning Joe. I'm remembering a trip to Dublin in the distant past, a grey and drizzly day, when my husband and I sought shelter for lunch in a beautiful restaurant called Davy Jones. We laced the meal with Irish coffee, and suddenly came to an understanding of the best way to view the Emerald Isle. When the emerged from our lengthy meal, glowing from the warm brew which included no small amount of Bushmill's, Dublin and all of Ireland looked beautiful and welcoming, just as we had been told it was.
I wonder if there is some way I can squeeze into a bar at some point in the day and obtain an Irish coffee. Starbuck's wouldn't have it. Amanda's, the elegant Hoboken restaurant, wouldn't sell just coffee. The bars will be full of reveling 20-somethings who will wonder what that old lady is doing there. (Not there there won't be a few old men among them, if I know my Irish.) I'm in the mood to sit in a room and watch people get stupid. Kind of. Would they let me in if I'm not wearing green?
I wonder where I can get something green to wear at this point. I'm going to need to wear it every day for the next two weeks anyway.
Then again, maybe the best way to meet fun people today is to find the nearest AA meeting.