Ugh, March 17th has come around again. Amarissia does not like this day. Amarissia avoids being seen outside on this day...which is not very unlike every other day, but the reason today is different. I am Irish, and all about Celtic pride, but I look even more Irish than I am. Red hair, green eyes, the only thing I'm missing is a leprechaun sidekick. So, inevitably, if I go OUT THERE before tomorrow, I will be waylaid by some well-intentioned person who will ooh and aah over the hair and jovially assume that this must be my favoritest day of the year.
No. Alas, no. I do not celebrate St. Asshole-Who-Oppressed-My-Religion's Day. But for those of you who do take this excuse to cut loose a bit and be merry, I wish you all a lovely time. For musical accompaniment, I offer the only traditional Irish song I allow on this date, Stephen Lynch's "Down to the Old Pub Instead". Um, it's a bit gross, but more funny.
Also, Cloud is a bit confused and thinks this day is about celebrating Patrick his pet chocobo. So if you happen to see him dashing about with streamers and cupcakes, don't be alarmed.