Just for the record, I believe today would be my name day, if I were only Catholic. Which, also for the record, I am not and never will be. Closest I ever came was taking Communion while attending Mass with a long-ago boyfriend. This was apparently quite a dire sin, as my Presbyterian cred didn’t transfer all that well. His family did a lot of hushed, shocked whispering, which tipped me off to the gaffe, and also hinted that he and I might not have a long and glorious future. I still think it’s funny that the Presbyterians wouldn’t blink an eye at Catholics joining them for Communion, but apparently endangered at least my immortal soul, and possibly their’s too.
Anyway, my long-term love is an ex-Catholic, so I guess we can celebrate St. Patty’s Day any way we choose.