At 1am last night (this morning?), my phone beeps and buzzes on my bedside table. Text message. I've been in bed for nearly 3 hours. I know, quite the impressive outing on St. Patrick's Day. I roll over, check the message and see that it's from my big bro back in Canada (obviously he's having trouble calculating the time change... I received one from him at 4am last week). It's a slightly random message to say Happy St. Patrick's Day, but he wanted to make sure that I knew it was "St. Paddy" and not "St. Patty". Thinking this was slightly ridiculous, the next day I show the text to my lady-friend MM (who is about as Irish as they come in Canada), and she concurs. Not really explaining why that's the case other than "Patty is short for Patricia, duh!", I argue with her. I was suspicious that it was a bunch of bollocks. We banter back and forth and I abandon it because I really have no idea which is right. And an Irish girl should know, right?
As I turn on my computer and check my emails/facebook, I realize that my brother has proof via interweb. I hate admitting he's right, but it seems that he is. And MM is quick to point this out. Not a surprise there :)
My family has a wee bit 'o the Irish in us, so I make sure I mention this bit at our gathering last night. Hopefully good luck will find me.
T
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