On our last night in San Diego we stayed downtown.  We set out after sunset looking for a place to relax.  We happened upon Stout’s Public House because it was a hockey bar.  Our bartender told us he was originally from Ireland, though he had lived all over the world.  When he walked away I whispered to Chuck, “I’m Irish”.  It’s one of our things.  I say, “I’m Irish” and he rolls his eyes and fakes embarrassment.  This time I think he was 75% serious when he said, “Please, not now.  Don’t say that too loud”.

What? I can’t help it that my Filipino genes are the most dominant.  Deep down somewhere I’m an Irish Lass, along with some French, English, Czech and some other stuff.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!