Weekend Earworm: 03/17/2013

Fire of Freedom came out my senior year of college. Although I mightn't have always shared a lot in political common with my college friends and fraternity brothers, there was a strong contingent of us proud of our common Irish heritage. Some were first or second-generation Irish-Americans, while others of us (including yours truly) could trace our family roots in Meiriceá back to the Great Famine. A band with a catchy name like Black 47 seemed very apropos and a lot of late Saturday night beers were downed at the Big Red House to the notes of that Funky Céilí.

I can't let the feast o' me namesake pass without tippin' a glass to Kiwi (who first brought the disk to the House), Dom, Gray, and Coughlin (among so many) and re-celebratin' our message to Bridie!

Tulip and I will probably celebrate with corned beef and cabbage and our traditional viewing of The Quiet Man. Here's a little something for you, should you find yourself holding a bit o' your own Céilí:

Oh, and...

Fiddly-diddly-diedly-dee. I hope you party ree-sponsi-blee!

From me and mine to you and yours:

Sláinte