Saint Patrick’s Day is an extra cool holiday for me. I met my wife fifteen years ago today up at Penn State. Who would have know we’d have traveled so far together and have such an awesome life and two great kids?
I would have a green beer to celebrate, but that Saint Patty’s Day fifteen years ago cured me of that disgusting swill. Perhaps I’ll write down that story someday–it’s somewhat interesting. I met Denise and then lost my grandmother on the same night. Then Denise lost her grandfather two weeks later. We didn’t actually go out on our first date until a month later. Now fifteen years have flown by. I can never do anything simply.