Today’s Music: Dropkick Murphys – Fields of Athenry
Days Til Spring: 3!!!
First, and most importantly, HAPPY SAINT PATRICK’S DAY!!!
As I have noted before, I am Irish (and proudly so) by alcohol intake.
Hope all of you have a great day, and don’t do anything stupid with motor vehicles.
Feel free to do anything else stupid you like.
Chicago knows how to celebrate St Pats!
And hear are my Trifecta entries
The weekend word is Lost.
I came up with the second one first, but wrote the first in memory of some horrible times during this wonderful holiday…
Purpose Lost
The fear is overwhelming.
I search, pushing my way through the thick stifling crowd.
Their banter and joy wash past me.
My panic grows worse with each passing moment.
WHERE IS MY PINT?!?
Battle Lost
The metallic speaker spat out the voices from far away.
“Hard to port! FIRE!!!”
“Sir, incomi–”
The speaker crackled, buzzing with a surge of static energy.
The commanders waited through the silence…
Guapola 
I’ll read the second one as soon as I stop guffawing from reading the first!
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Thanks Mel!
but really, it’s a cautionary tale – this could happen to you!!!
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I read the second after your warning! aha!! Really liked it, and, laughed at the first–so, well done!
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Thank you so much Addie.
I feel I am speaking as Everyman in the first.
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Hi,
Happy St. Patrick’s Day, I know you will have a great time. 😀
I love the green river, that is fabulous, looks incredible.
Loved your first one, “Where is my pint” the mind boggles. 😆
The second one was really good as well, a lot of thought put into both. 🙂
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Thanks, Magsx2. One day I hope to actually be in Chicago for the river dyeing.
Happy (belated) St Pats to you too!
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Love them both so much! Don’t have too much fun today.
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Thank you, Hobs.
Is there such a thing?
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Okay, you do not want to know how long it took me to mentally complete. “Sir, incomi-“. My brain is malfunctioning today. Two great, and very different, takes on the prompt. The first one made me laugh, too.
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Thanks, Mommy Patient.
And I hope the malfunction is from you fully enjoying St Pats festivities!
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as an Irish gal . . . bravo on the first (joke for the day – an Irish man walks OUT of a bar . . . quit laughing – it COULD happen) NOT!
as a daughter, aunt and loving one of many who have served, thank you for the second.
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I admit, I guffawed enough at your joke for my wife to ask if I saw ok, Barbara.
And thank you very much!
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I like both of these, but I like the second one more! Enjoy your Guinness or Jameson or whatever Irish libation you are having tonight, my friend.
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Thank you Sandy!
And a fine evening of wine and spirits and song to you!
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Love the purpose Lost. I’m going to start giving this Trifecta thing a try.
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Can’t wait to see what you put up, HE!
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I was moved to tears by the awesome power of your words. I mean, beers. I was moved to beers.
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I thought you were moving to Florida, EH.
Sandy says there’s wine there.
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We’ve got wine and whiskey and women and sunshine – sometimes all at the same time.
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And conch fritters. Don’t forget the conch fritters.
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Oh, the conch fritters are yummy! We also have gator tail and black beans and rice and mojitos and oranges. The orange blossoms smell heavenly right now.
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Sadly, I’ve never had good alligator, Sandy…
But I’ve had delicious conch fritters!
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Both are premium.
Red.
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Why thank you Red!
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both terrific EG.but i am quite partial to #1. happy St Pattrick’s Day…don’t throw up! continue…
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Oops.
Gotta read your comments earlier in the evening, Tony. 😉
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Okay, I have to admit on the first one I thought the line was going to say “pants”, not “pints”….just sayin’….It took me a few tries to read the second one as it took me a few minutes to recover from the first ‘pants’ poem I had in my brain. Nicely done.
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Thanks kayjai!
While I’m not saying that hasn’t happened to me too, I think “pints” was a little more appropriate for the day.
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Being a sailor the Battle lost got to me.
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Thank you booguloo. I sincerely hope you weren’t reminded of an experience.
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Yay for Chicago! That’s my home city in case you didn’t already know! Lots of love for this post!
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I didn’t Lily. Been there a half dozen times, loved it more every trip!
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I loved them both. I can’t decide which one I like best it’s like comparing apples and oranges! Both are so well done! And Happy St.Patricks Day, El O’Gurphy!
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Thanks Linda. But were neither like limes?
By the way, O’Gurphy is my new drinking name!
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Wait a minute,,O’Gurphy, now that I think about it both pieces put the sub in limes!
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Oh,and Happy St. Pats to you!
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Ach, you may need a new one poured! May it be green and frothy!
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Amen, jesterqueen! And right back at you!
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Tragic!! 😆
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And yet, an important lesson for all, TikkTok!
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I like ’em both. If I had to choose, I’d choose #2. ERIN GO BRAGH.
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Thanks Latitude.
May I ask what it is about the 2nd?
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To me, #2 is more of a story and rings true. With few words you sketched a scene filled with action. #1 seems more like a happening, not quite a story, but a witty quip.
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Thanks Latitudes.
You’re absolutely right. I didn’t realize that at all when I wrote them.
I am my own worst editor!
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in chicago, is that a giant pool of green beer?
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Good to see you Goradde.
No, they dye the river green for the day.
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ditto. been away from the internets for a while.
how cool. next year, go for the sea, chicago.
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Ooh me head – won on th horses – Pint?
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Congrats Ginger! Tell me, was the horse named Bottle of Smoke?
And I’d never say no to a pint.
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Synchronised – he romped home in The Gold Cup – 300 quid to the good!
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I’ve never read a St. Patrick’s Day poem – yours is the first, and I love it. As for the second – more inspiration for the battle scene of my novel, though it’s not a naval battle. But still. Oh, and by your name, I would have thought you were Spanish. I’ve not met too many Irish El Guapos – again, another first. ❤
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Thank you, Stacy!
And for one day a year, we are all Irish.
(I’m not Spanish either)
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Well, maybe you’re not Spanish, but you will be on cinco de mayo. 😛
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True…but you should see what I do for Mothers Day!
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The first one – laughed, laughed, laughed….the second one – I thought..oh no…. – they were both so different but, equally good. I really liked them both!
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Thanks, whitelady!
I think the first one is funny to so many because the idea is hilarious.
When it’s someone else! 😉
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The first was so appropriate for St. Paddy’s Day. Nothing worse than losing your pint.
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Amen Tara!
And thanks for coming by!
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I hope you had a great St Paddy’s Guapo! I did, at some point last night, manage to lift a toast to you. : )
I really like Battle Lost, it makes me want to read more…
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Why thank you, Alex!
You were toasted over a Guinness (just so no one could question the authenticity of the sentiment!)
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I thank you! And you were toasted over something the color of lime kool-aide…I have no idea what it was, but I’m pretty sure when I raised my glass and loudly proclaimed….’to El Guapo’ at least 3 guys in the bar were certain it was for them. I don’t remember much after that….
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PERFECT for St. Patrick’s day: “Where is my pint?” <– didn't see that coming, laughed!
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Thanks Asplenia!
Fortunately, this year’s festivities passed without incident…
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Because I celebrate casual lateness…
Well played, old sport.
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Thank you, Brian.
And if the rest of the world celebrated lateness, think how many extra days off we’d get!
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great job G! Two for the price of one
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Thank you very much, SnB!
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Love these! I hope you found your pint…. 🙂
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Thank you, Susie.
Turned out I’d drank it already.
Fortunately, I was able to find another! 😉
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Good thing! Hahaha!
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I don’t think I have anything to say that hasn;t been said…let’s see….great, funny, perfect, liked the first one best (man I could FEEL it!) ummm… something about throwing up…Irish Beer and whiskey, St Patrick;s Day……I;m Irish…. Nope I think they said it all – I gotta stop being so late to the party. Hope you had a great St. Patty’s day! next…SPRING!!!! Great entries. 🙂
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The first is my favorite. You perfectly capture the yearning and turmoil that such a moment would elicit. 😉
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Thanks, whatimeant2say!
Though i was going for panic and terror…
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Oh, yeah. That’s what I meant. Darn thesaurus.
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Happy Happy Saint Patrick’s Day! Hoorayyyy
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thanks and you too (belatedly), ristinw!
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Well … late to another party as I try to catch up to from what I missed this weekend. The first one takes the prize! Hope you had a good St. Patrick’s Day!
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Thanks Frank.
Looking forward to seeing stories of green spaghetti!
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Well, I just had my first Blackand White Guinness and I can attest that I don’t know how the Irish imbibe vast quantites of the stout. Practice, I guess. Hope this finds you headache free.
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Guinness is definitely an acquired taste, Barb.
but once you acquire it…mmm…
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Haha, I love that first one. This is an entirely different panic to the one OldDogNewTits referred to in her response this week but a legitimate panic all the same!Thanks for the St Patrick’s Day greetings!
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Thanks Trifecta.
I was surprised how many “Panic” entries there were this weekend…
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