Who needs a reason to drink?
Exactly, especially when the drink happens to be Ireland's finest export: Guinness!
God Bless Arthur Guinness for signing a nine thousand year lease.
I don't celebrate St. Patrick's day so much as I celebrate my good fortune at having Irish ancestors who made the difficult decision to pack up and leave Ireland for Canada at the turn of the 20th century. My great-great grandparents hailed from Limerick, Ireland. They had nine children. Of those nine, five died before the age of 22. Only two of the nine outlived both parents. It was a tough life. Their decision to come here to Vancouver is something I can't be grateful enough for. So, the least I can do is give thanks with a toast...