An exceptional Monday: St. Paddy's Day

On Monday, the Passage is usually closed, and on this Monday, I become "Bridget", one of the O'Malley Sisters, who always, always get a seat in a crowded pub, to drink a moderate amount of beer (not green) and belt out "Seven Old Ladies".





This year, one of my neighbours plays the other O'Malley sister, even if (yes, a wee bit suspicious) "Maureen" speaks French.

So, we beg you, colleens: the diminuitive of Patrick is Paddy. Today is not "St. Patty's Day", unless there is some long-forgotten woman saint named Patricia, who has pre-empted St. Patrick. Every year this error seems to increase.

Please take your lipstick or Sharpie and correct any errors. Fix that office e-mail while humming "Danny Boy". You might slip the "Paddy" into a conversation, should a colleague use the "double t's"— discreetly, of course.

If you'd like to pursue the finer points of St. Patrick's Day etiquette, you'll find a few more tips here.

Slainte!

PS. This is the sole post for this week. Yesterday, I was in a minor pedestrian/car accident. Due to muscle strain that doesn't like keyboards, I'm taking a few days off.  Obviously the arm that hoists the Guinness was not affected!