Eric and I have lived in South Boston (known as “Southie” in these parts) for a number of years and have grown to love the character of the neighborhood. Take, for instance, the local St. Patrick’s Day celebrations. It’s not classy by any means… but it’s a heck of a lot of fun. People are cheerful (ok, they’re tipsy) and everyone hangs out on the street. It’s one giant party. We typically start the day with a big brunch (mimosas and sometimes stronger concoctions are consumed) and then we make our way through apartments (this is where we stumble into a party thrown at our friend’s cousin’s coworker’s brother’s place). By around five, we’ve had it and the group scrounges up a bit of food for an early dinner. Bed soon follows.
As I said, it’s not classy. But we have a great time. This year, though, we’ll actually be heading up north to celebrate my mother-in-law’s 70th birthday, but we’ll be thinking of our friends and neighbors in Southie, who I am sure will be having a blast. Maybe they’ll mix up this Irish Whiskey Smash in honor of the holiday.