The Ghost of Shamrocks Past

I love St. Patrick's Day. It's one of those fun days where adults can dress up, drink profusely and act like an ass for a few hours. It's like Halloween but with a few less women dressed like whores. I believe that EVERYBODY is Irish on St. Patrick's Day!

I do have my limits though. There was no green beer for me today. Strictly the good stuff, the high test, numero uno - Guinness on tap. That's what I am talking about!

Besides Guinness, St. Pattie's Day always makes me crave big time for one other thing - a Shamrock Shake from McDonald's. I had a major jonesing for that light green concoction today. Growing up it was the first real sign of spring. The grass in Maine didn't turn green until April but you could always get a mint green Shamrock Shake at Mickey Dees in early March.

I strolled happily into McDonald's this afternoon to get me one. Alas, it seems that the Shamrock Shake has gone the way of the McRib sandwich. The girl at the counter looked at me like I had 3 eyes when I asked if they still sold it. No Shamrock Shake for me it appears. Looks like I will have to drown my sorrows in Guinness, what a shame!