Wearing Green, Drinking Brown

St. Patrick's Day almost escaped my notice today with so many other things going on. So to overcompensate, (if it's worth doing, it's worth overdoing) I dragged out some Pogues CDs and some other soundtrack of my Irish ancestors (mother's side, no permanent damage) and broke out the fine fine ceramic Guinness mug that I picked up in the quaint little Irish town of Las Vegas, Nevada, and filled it with that Celtic ambrosia that looks like muddy Liffy water and tastes like nothing else on earth. Although I don't know what the Liffy tastes like, I do know Guinness doesn't taste like the Liffy itself, elsewise there would be locals on their knees all along the riverside all day long.