#saintpatricksday — Public Fediverse posts
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Happy #SaintPatricksDay! Lá Fhéile Pádraig sona ☘️
Did you know about the Aran Islands off Ireland’s west coast? ERC grantee Frédéric Dias won an ERC Public Engagement with Research Award for engaging island communities in frontier ocean-wave science 👉 bit.ly/4lmK6xW
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RT by @EUPublications: Happy #SaintPatricksDay to Ireland! ☘
Lá Fhéile Pádraig sona daoibh!
Go to http://op.europa.eu from @EUPublications today for #EUGoodReads about Ireland.
➡️ https://link.europa.eu/Vvw6wq
🇮🇪🇪🇺
@EUCssrMcGrath @eurireland
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https://nitter.net/HardemanHildeML/status/2033840276993937509#m -
RT by @eurireland: ☘️ Lá fhéile Pádraig sona dhuit / Happy St Patrick's Day / Bonne Saint Patrick à tous nos amis irlandais ! 💚 Have a good one!
#saintpatricksday #stpatricksday☘️ Lá fhéile Pádraig sona dhuit / Happy St Patrick's Day / Bonne Saint Patrick à tous nos amis irlandais ! 💚 Have a good one!
#saintpatricksday #stpatricksdayVideo
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Sry, totally forget.
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Now THAT’S a fine little Irish ditty to sing along with … for St. Pat’s 2026
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Now THAT’S a fine little Irish ditty to sing along with … for St. Pat’s 2026
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Now THAT’S a fine little Irish ditty to sing along with … for St. Pat’s 2026
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Now THAT’S a fine little Irish ditty to sing along with … for St. Pat’s 2026
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Mom loves taking pictures! lol. Here I am dressed casually for a casual holiday with some friends. Happy #SaintPatricksDay! #Muppets #FraggleRock
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Patrick isn't the only saint celebrated today. My first drink will be to Saint Gertrude of Nivelles, the patron of gardeners, cats, and people with mental illness.
#SaintGertrude #GertrudeOfNivelles #Garden #Gardening #cats #SaintPatricksDay
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Musical Interlude: Well, in honor of St. Patrick's Day, here's some Chieftains!
"Sé Fáth Mo Bhuartha (Slow Air) / The Lark On the Strand (Jig) / An Fhallaingín (Air)" performed by the Chieftains.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0hoBEp5EME
#MusicalInterlude #TheChieftains #TraditionalFolk #IrishMusic #SaintPatricksDay
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Today's top ten tag trends:
10: #dune
9: #TextureTuesday
8: #ThickTrunkTuesday
7: #alilarijani
6: #JoeKent
5: #saintpatricksday
4: #UnexpectedWhiplash
3: #TuneTuesday
2: #StPatricksDay
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Happy St. Patrick’s Day.
#dandelions
#ireland
#saintpatricksday
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Siúil a Rúin performed by the Palestinian - Irish singer Róisín El Charif, in Irish, Arabic and English
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=SucfrVLz-aA
#Ceol #Music #LáFhéilePádraig #SaintPatricksDay #éire #Ireland
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Siúil a Rúin performed by the Palestinian - Irish singer Róisín El Charif, in Irish, Arabic and English
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=SucfrVLz-aA
#Ceol #Music #LáFhéilePádraig #SaintPatricksDay #éire #Ireland
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Siúil a Rúin performed by the Palestinian - Irish singer Róisín El Charif, in Irish, Arabic and English
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=SucfrVLz-aA
#Ceol #Music #LáFhéilePádraig #SaintPatricksDay #éire #Ireland
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Siúil a Rúin performed by the Palestinian - Irish singer Róisín El Charif, in Irish, Arabic and English
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=SucfrVLz-aA
#Ceol #Music #LáFhéilePádraig #SaintPatricksDay #éire #Ireland
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Siúil a Rúin performed by the Palestinian - Irish singer Róisín El Charif, in Irish, Arabic and English
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=SucfrVLz-aA
#Ceol #Music #LáFhéilePádraig #SaintPatricksDay #éire #Ireland
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"If they can dye the river green today, why can't they dye it blue the other 364 days of the year?"
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☘️☘️☘️ 🎶 ☠️💚 ☘️☘️☘️
AS HEARD ON TV: "Our version of "Sleepy Maggie" is used in "The Black Donnellys" pilot. About 7 minutes into the show there's a bar scene --"Sleepy Maggie" plays throughout the scene.
The tune is a Mad Maggiefied version of a traditional reel.
Watch the scene: https://youtu.be/PaSEnf0jFMw
#theMadMaggies #Music #Joy
#Accordion #Guitar #Bass
#Drums #Trumpet #Trombone
#Tuba #Sax
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I made a patriotic cake to celebrate today.
Presentation rules, but it fails in the eating. I used to be able to make a really nice sponge cake, but for some reason when I try nowadays, it always comes out rubbery (unless there is chocolate in it). Maybe it's just that I only used the whites and not the yolks so as to have a pure white middle layer. Will have to conduct further experiments.
#Baking #PaddysDay #StPaddysDay #StPatricksDay #SaintPatricksDay
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I made a patriotic cake to celebrate today.
Presentation rules, but it fails in the eating. I used to be able to make a really nice sponge cake, but for some reason when I try nowadays, it always comes out rubbery (unless there is chocolate in it). Maybe it's just that I only used the whites and not the yolks so as to have a pure white middle layer. Will have to conduct further experiments.
#Baking #PaddysDay #StPaddysDay #StPatricksDay #SaintPatricksDay
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I made a patriotic cake to celebrate today.
Presentation rules, but it fails in the eating. I used to be able to make a really nice sponge cake, but for some reason when I try nowadays, it always comes out rubbery (unless there is chocolate in it). Maybe it's just that I only used the whites and not the yolks so as to have a pure white middle layer. Will have to conduct further experiments.
#Baking #PaddysDay #StPaddysDay #StPatricksDay #SaintPatricksDay
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I made a patriotic cake to celebrate today.
Presentation rules, but it fails in the eating. I used to be able to make a really nice sponge cake, but for some reason when I try nowadays, it always comes out rubbery (unless there is chocolate in it). Maybe it's just that I only used the whites and not the yolks so as to have a pure white middle layer. Will have to conduct further experiments.
#Baking #PaddysDay #StPaddysDay #StPatricksDay #SaintPatricksDay
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I made a patriotic cake to celebrate today.
Presentation rules, but it fails in the eating. I used to be able to make a really nice sponge cake, but for some reason when I try nowadays, it always comes out rubbery (unless there is chocolate in it). Maybe it's just that I only used the whites and not the yolks so as to have a pure white middle layer. Will have to conduct further experiments.
#Baking #PaddysDay #StPaddysDay #StPatricksDay #SaintPatricksDay
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☘️☘️☘️ 🎶 ☠️💚 ☘️☘️☘️
Live at Lagunitas Brewing Company
This is a sea-faring adventure, a celtic/pop/swing hybrid, a rousing tale of plucky Sally Duggan.
#theMadMaggies #Music #Joy
#Accordion #Guitar #Bass
#Drums #Trumpet #Trombone
#Tuba #Clarinet #Sax
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☘️☘️☘️ 🎶 ☠️💚 ☘️☘️☘️
Mad Mags asked Wally Sound to let his dub spirit and sensibility run wild. The result is very pleasing! Take a trad hornpipe and add some Jamaican Dub stylings. Call it a tribute to the long history of Irish in the Carribean. 🙂
https://themadmaggies.bandcamp.com/track/drunken-sailors-hornpipe-wallys-dub
#theMadMaggies #Music #Joy
#Accordion #Guitar #Bass
#Drums #Trumpet #Trombone
#Tuba #Whistles #Sax
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Drunken Sailor's Hornpipe -- NO.
Not that tune.This is a 5 part hornpipe -- mad maggiefied, of course.
Ya gotta love the bass clarinet ...
https://themadmaggies.bandcamp.com/track/drunken-sailors-hornpipe-2
#theMadMaggies #Music #Joy
#Accordion #Guitar #Bass
#Drums #Trumpet #Trombone
#Tuba #Whistles #Sax #BassClarinet
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☘️☘️☘️ 🎶 ☠️💚 ☘️☘️☘️
Drunken Sailor's Hornpipe -- NO.
Not that tune.This is a 5 part hornpipe -- mad maggiefied, of course.
Ya gotta love the bass clarinet ...
https://themadmaggies.bandcamp.com/track/drunken-sailors-hornpipe-2
#theMadMaggies #Music #Joy
#Accordion #Guitar #Bass
#Drums #Trumpet #Trombone
#Tuba #Whistles #Sax #BassClarinet
#IrishMusic #SaintPatricksDay -
☘️☘️☘️ 🎶 ☠️💚 ☘️☘️☘️
Drunken Sailor's Hornpipe -- NO.
Not that tune.This is a 5 part hornpipe -- mad maggiefied, of course.
Ya gotta love the bass clarinet ...
https://themadmaggies.bandcamp.com/track/drunken-sailors-hornpipe-2
#theMadMaggies #Music #Joy
#Accordion #Guitar #Bass
#Drums #Trumpet #Trombone
#Tuba #Whistles #Sax #BassClarinet
#IrishMusic #SaintPatricksDay -
☘️☘️☘️ 🎶 ☠️💚 ☘️☘️☘️
Drunken Sailor's Hornpipe -- NO.
Not that tune.This is a 5 part hornpipe -- mad maggiefied, of course.
Ya gotta love the bass clarinet ...
https://themadmaggies.bandcamp.com/track/drunken-sailors-hornpipe-2
#theMadMaggies #Music #Joy
#Accordion #Guitar #Bass
#Drums #Trumpet #Trombone
#Tuba #Whistles #Sax #BassClarinet
#IrishMusic #SaintPatricksDay -
☘️☘️☘️ 🎶 ☠️💚 ☘️☘️☘️
Drunken Sailor's Hornpipe -- NO.
Not that tune.This is a 5 part hornpipe -- mad maggiefied, of course.
Ya gotta love the bass clarinet ...
https://themadmaggies.bandcamp.com/track/drunken-sailors-hornpipe-2
#theMadMaggies #Music #Joy
#Accordion #Guitar #Bass
#Drums #Trumpet #Trombone
#Tuba #Whistles #Sax #BassClarinet
#IrishMusic #SaintPatricksDay -
☘️☘️☘️ 🎶💚 ☠️ ☘️☘️☘️
This will warm the hearts of any Celtic warrior :
https://musicshop.themadmaggies.com/track/morning-star
#theMadMaggies #Music #Joy
#Accordion #Guitar #Bass
#Drums #Trumpet #Trombone
#Tuba #Whistles #Sax
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Just address me as He Who Shall Not Be Pinched.
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Thinking of good friends who are looking down on us from heaven on this #SaintPatricksDay
"There are good ships and wood ships that sail upon the sea; but the best ships are friendships and may they always be" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8DEJP1oo7DM -
#TimeTravelingGhost EP 8: Post 82: 2025 Arkham
#Wss366 Irish & #StPatricksDay #TimeTravelAuthors 03/17. Patient or patience in your story
Rather than leave the way we had come, I decided to time-trip out. The less information we gave our foes, the better. Apparently, they knew we could time-travel, but we could hold dematerialization as a trump card.
I took Emily’s hand and thought about our next destination. “Take us to my university office on the day the pink rat arrives from the future.”
The familiar sensations of time-tripping took over, and we appeared in a small academic office. Green streamers hung from the window, and a mega plushy papillon wearing an emerald top hat sat in the guest chair. A small plastic Buddha rested on the desk next to a picture of a young woman and me. Behind them stood the brick wall of an #Irish pub. The picture triggered a sense of profound sadness, but no memories.
Emily burst out laughing when she saw the clothes I’d manifested. “Nice duds. Is that what the daring avant-garde wear in your time? Absurd, but it’s charming in its own way.”
I pulled the floppy hat down and the N95 mask up higher, hoping they might hide how red my cheeks were. They probably matched the large cherry-red sunglasses I was sporting. I’d considered wearing a hijab but was unsure about the cultural implications of a nonbeliever wearing one. “I told you I don’t want people to see two Professor Henrietta Dubois’s.”
“Professor Tweedledee and Dum,” Emily joked.
I tipped up my glasses and rolled my eyes. She laughed.
“And this must be a young Tweedle-dumb,” she said, looking at the picture. “You look happy.
She stopped, tapped a signature, and said, “Who's Sarah Lockwell?” The amusement on her face had faded.
“I don’t remember.” My response wasn’t an evasion. I truly didn’t remember.
“Shame,” she said, but it didn’t sound as if she meant it.
Next, she walked around the desk, materialized her hand, and opened the bottom drawer. “Brandy. You were a bit of a lush, weren’t you, Professor Dumb?”
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m a spy, sleuthing.”
“Well, be careful. You’ll get caught snooping.”
“You’re the only one who can see me.”
“Right, I forgot.”
After that, I sat #patiently on the edge of the guest chair while Emily continued to investigate. “Faustus Pakt, Liber Juratus, Pompilius’ Spiegel,” she read as she browsed the books on a shelf. “You had quite an interest in Faust and medieval grimoires.”
Having no memory of my prior reading, I didn’t comment.
Emily had moved back to the desk when the door opened, interrupting her investigation. In the corridor stood an outraged Professor Dubois, carrying a pink rat in a cage.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #Series #SaintPatricksDay
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••⋅☾Two Authors of Konbini Idol (Kan-chan POV)☽⋅••
#Vss366 Irish / #StPatricksDay #EroticMusings 42: Languages?
Part 2 of 2
She first told the bartender in Japanese, “She wants a virgin melon soda. No alcohol.”
“Arigatogozaimasu,” the woman responded, bowing slightly. She was older with short, gray hair. She wore an idol t-shirt and a black biker jacket adorned with anime keychains and idol patches. “Otaku,” I thought, not unkindly.
“Watashi wa Nara Moore desu.” Her Japanese was atrocious, but it was clear she had introduced herself as Nara Moore.
“I speak English,” Ume said. “Would you like to join my friends and me? You look lonely.” She must have been wasted too, or maybe she thought it would please Shishi.
“This is Tomo-san and Kan-chan,” Ume began introducing us.
I bowed.
“And these two are Tsugumi-san and Matsumoto-san. I’m Ume, and this is Shiori-san. She’s an ex-idol and she might know who that is,” Ume continued, pointing to Nara’s shirt.
“I do. She’s a great screamer,” Shishi said. The Japanese “Sukurīmā” must have been close enough, and Nara gave her a thumbs-up. Ume’s girlfriend was finally looking interested in what was going on. Too bad she and Nara couldn’t understand each other. Otherwise, they could have talked about idol stuff while the rest of us drank.
Nara joined us, bowed again, and repeated her name.
“We’re celebrating the publication of my book,” Ume explained.
“Oh, you’re an author too. So am I. What do you write?” Nara sounded excited.
“Yuri and slice of life. The book I just sold is about women who have to break a curse. And you?”
“Yuri, mythpunk, and surreal fantasy.”
“Did you ask her?” Matsumoto broke in.
“No,” Ume said. “My friends want to know why all the drinks are green today.”
"It's St. Patrick's Day," she said, pointing to the sign.
“今日は聖パトリックの日です,” Ume translated.
“Who’s St. Patrick?” Tsugumi asked.
Ume repeated what had been said to Nara, who replied, “He’s an #Irish saint who’s reputed to have driven all the vipers from Ireland. He supposedly brought Christianity there.”
Ume translated again. Then, switching back to English, she asked, “So what have you written?”
“It’s embarrassing, so I’ll skip that. But I’m currently writing about a woman who’s turned into a crow. It’s called ‘Airisu: The Crow and the Witch.’ The crow…”
Tomo whispered to me, “I hope Ume doesn’t add someone new to her harem.”
I laughed. Knowing Ume, she just might.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #KonbiniIdol #NMFic #SaintPatricksDay #SliceOfLife
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••⋅☾Two Authors of Konbini Idol (Kan-chan POV)☽⋅••
#Vss366 Irish / #StPatricksDay #EroticMusings 42: Languages?
Part 2 of 2
She first told the bartender in Japanese, “She wants a virgin melon soda. No alcohol.”
“Arigatogozaimasu,” the woman responded, bowing slightly. She was older with short, gray hair. She wore an idol t-shirt and a black biker jacket adorned with anime keychains and idol patches. “Otaku,” I thought, not unkindly.
“Watashi wa Nara Moore desu.” Her Japanese was atrocious, but it was clear she had introduced herself as Nara Moore.
“I speak English,” Ume said. “Would you like to join my friends and me? You look lonely.” She must have been wasted too, or maybe she thought it would please Shishi.
“This is Tomo-san and Kan-chan,” Ume began introducing us.
I bowed.
“And these two are Tsugumi-san and Matsumoto-san. I’m Ume, and this is Shiori-san. She’s an ex-idol and she might know who that is,” Ume continued, pointing to Nara’s shirt.
“I do. She’s a great screamer,” Shishi said. The Japanese “Sukurīmā” must have been close enough, and Nara gave her a thumbs-up. Ume’s girlfriend was finally looking interested in what was going on. Too bad she and Nara couldn’t understand each other. Otherwise, they could have talked about idol stuff while the rest of us drank.
Nara joined us, bowed again, and repeated her name.
“We’re celebrating the publication of my book,” Ume explained.
“Oh, you’re an author too. So am I. What do you write?” Nara sounded excited.
“Yuri and slice of life. The book I just sold is about women who have to break a curse. And you?”
“Yuri, mythpunk, and surreal fantasy.”
“Did you ask her?” Matsumoto broke in.
“No,” Ume said. “My friends want to know why all the drinks are green today.”
"It's St. Patrick's Day," she said, pointing to the sign.
“今日は聖パトリックの日です,” Ume translated.
“Who’s St. Patrick?” Tsugumi asked.
Ume repeated what had been said to Nara, who replied, “He’s an #Irish saint who’s reputed to have driven all the vipers from Ireland. He supposedly brought Christianity there.”
Ume translated again. Then, switching back to English, she asked, “So what have you written?”
“It’s embarrassing, so I’ll skip that. But I’m currently writing about a woman who’s turned into a crow. It’s called ‘Airisu: The Crow and the Witch.’ The crow…”
Tomo whispered to me, “I hope Ume doesn’t add someone new to her harem.”
I laughed. Knowing Ume, she just might.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #KonbiniIdol #NMFic #SaintPatricksDay #SliceOfLife
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••⋅☾Two Authors of Konbini Idol (Kan-chan POV)☽⋅••
#Vss366 Irish / #StPatricksDay #EroticMusings 42: Languages?
Part 2 of 2
She first told the bartender in Japanese, “She wants a virgin melon soda. No alcohol.”
“Arigatogozaimasu,” the woman responded, bowing slightly. She was older with short, gray hair. She wore an idol t-shirt and a black biker jacket adorned with anime keychains and idol patches. “Otaku,” I thought, not unkindly.
“Watashi wa Nara Moore desu.” Her Japanese was atrocious, but it was clear she had introduced herself as Nara Moore.
“I speak English,” Ume said. “Would you like to join my friends and me? You look lonely.” She must have been wasted too, or maybe she thought it would please Shishi.
“This is Tomo-san and Kan-chan,” Ume began introducing us.
I bowed.
“And these two are Tsugumi-san and Matsumoto-san. I’m Ume, and this is Shiori-san. She’s an ex-idol and she might know who that is,” Ume continued, pointing to Nara’s shirt.
“I do. She’s a great screamer,” Shishi said. The Japanese “Sukurīmā” must have been close enough, and Nara gave her a thumbs-up. Ume’s girlfriend was finally looking interested in what was going on. Too bad she and Nara couldn’t understand each other. Otherwise, they could have talked about idol stuff while the rest of us drank.
Nara joined us, bowed again, and repeated her name.
“We’re celebrating the publication of my book,” Ume explained.
“Oh, you’re an author too. So am I. What do you write?” Nara sounded excited.
“Yuri and slice of life. The book I just sold is about women who have to break a curse. And you?”
“Yuri, mythpunk, and surreal fantasy.”
“Did you ask her?” Matsumoto broke in.
“No,” Ume said. “My friends want to know why all the drinks are green today.”
"It's St. Patrick's Day," she said, pointing to the sign.
“今日は聖パトリックの日です,” Ume translated.
“Who’s St. Patrick?” Tsugumi asked.
Ume repeated what had been said to Nara, who replied, “He’s an #Irish saint who’s reputed to have driven all the vipers from Ireland. He supposedly brought Christianity there.”
Ume translated again. Then, switching back to English, she asked, “So what have you written?”
“It’s embarrassing, so I’ll skip that. But I’m currently writing about a woman who’s turned into a crow. It’s called ‘Airisu: The Crow and the Witch.’ The crow…”
Tomo whispered to me, “I hope Ume doesn’t add someone new to her harem.”
I laughed. Knowing Ume, she just might.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #KonbiniIdol #NMFic #SaintPatricksDay #SliceOfLife
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••⋅☾Two Authors of Konbini Idol (Kan-chan POV)☽⋅••
#Vss366 Irish / #StPatricksDay #EroticMusings 42: Languages?
Part 2 of 2
She first told the bartender in Japanese, “She wants a virgin melon soda. No alcohol.”
“Arigatogozaimasu,” the woman responded, bowing slightly. She was older with short, gray hair. She wore an idol t-shirt and a black biker jacket adorned with anime keychains and idol patches. “Otaku,” I thought, not unkindly.
“Watashi wa Nara Moore desu.” Her Japanese was atrocious, but it was clear she had introduced herself as Nara Moore.
“I speak English,” Ume said. “Would you like to join my friends and me? You look lonely.” She must have been wasted too, or maybe she thought it would please Shishi.
“This is Tomo-san and Kan-chan,” Ume began introducing us.
I bowed.
“And these two are Tsugumi-san and Matsumoto-san. I’m Ume, and this is Shiori-san. She’s an ex-idol and she might know who that is,” Ume continued, pointing to Nara’s shirt.
“I do. She’s a great screamer,” Shishi said. The Japanese “Sukurīmā” must have been close enough, and Nara gave her a thumbs-up. Ume’s girlfriend was finally looking interested in what was going on. Too bad she and Nara couldn’t understand each other. Otherwise, they could have talked about idol stuff while the rest of us drank.
Nara joined us, bowed again, and repeated her name.
“We’re celebrating the publication of my book,” Ume explained.
“Oh, you’re an author too. So am I. What do you write?” Nara sounded excited.
“Yuri and slice of life. The book I just sold is about women who have to break a curse. And you?”
“Yuri, mythpunk, and surreal fantasy.”
“Did you ask her?” Matsumoto broke in.
“No,” Ume said. “My friends want to know why all the drinks are green today.”
"It's St. Patrick's Day," she said, pointing to the sign.
“今日は聖パトリックの日です,” Ume translated.
“Who’s St. Patrick?” Tsugumi asked.
Ume repeated what had been said to Nara, who replied, “He’s an #Irish saint who’s reputed to have driven all the vipers from Ireland. He supposedly brought Christianity there.”
Ume translated again. Then, switching back to English, she asked, “So what have you written?”
“It’s embarrassing, so I’ll skip that. But I’m currently writing about a woman who’s turned into a crow. It’s called ‘Airisu: The Crow and the Witch.’ The crow…”
Tomo whispered to me, “I hope Ume doesn’t add someone new to her harem.”
I laughed. Knowing Ume, she just might.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #KonbiniIdol #NMFic #SaintPatricksDay #SliceOfLife
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••⋅☾Two Authors of Konbini Idol (Kan-chan POV)☽⋅••
#Vss366 Irish / #StPatricksDay #EroticMusings 42: Languages?
Part 1 of 2
I ordered my third green tea shochu.” It isn’t what I usually drink, but since everyone else was drinking green stuff, and it was a limited special, I figured, “Why not?” It was good.
Tsugumi had been drinking the same thing, but after calling it “froufrou” she’d switched to ordering a cube of chartreuse jelly.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Emerald Slider,” she said. “Don’t ask me what it is, but it looked fun.”
That didn’t tell me anything.
Everything was green. Green crepe ribbons festooned the room. Funny little paper youkai with shiny Emerald hats and shamrocks decorated the mirrors. Many people wore that color.
“Even the sign is green,” I said, waving at a large green sign with unintelligible English writing on it.
“Yeah,” Tomo said, toasting me with a green beer.
Beyond Tomo, I could see that Matsumoto had trapped Ume. She was waving a melon soda cocktail in Ume’s face while drunkenly saying for the third time, “You did good, but you still owe me yakiniku.”
Ume just shook her head modestly and sipped a brilliant green cocktail.
That left only Shishi, the designated driver, who was drinking sencha and looking bored.
When we arrived, all the rooms and tables were full. But we all squeezed in at the bar. Tonight, we were celebrating the sale of Ume’s book, “For Love of a Konbini Idol,” based on our adventures.
From down the bar, a heavily accented voice said, “Meron soda. Arukoru nashi, arigatogozaimasu.” I guessed they were American because of their terrible accent.
“Ask them why everything is green. They’re American and must know,” a plastered Matsumoto said, chucking Ume in the ribs. “You’re the only one who speaks English.”
“Naw, I wouldn’t want to be rude,” she replied.
“Go on,” Shishi said, joining in the conversation.
Ume shrugged and moved down the bar.
We all laughed. Ume would do just about anything for Shishi.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #KonbiniIdol #NMFic #SaintPatricksDay #SliceOfLife
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••⋅☾Two Authors of Konbini Idol (Kan-chan POV)☽⋅••
#Vss366 Irish / #StPatricksDay #EroticMusings 42: Languages?
Part 1 of 2
I ordered my third green tea shochu.” It isn’t what I usually drink, but since everyone else was drinking green stuff, and it was a limited special, I figured, “Why not?” It was good.
Tsugumi had been drinking the same thing, but after calling it “froufrou” she’d switched to ordering a cube of chartreuse jelly.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Emerald Slider,” she said. “Don’t ask me what it is, but it looked fun.”
That didn’t tell me anything.
Everything was green. Green crepe ribbons festooned the room. Funny little paper youkai with shiny Emerald hats and shamrocks decorated the mirrors. Many people wore that color.
“Even the sign is green,” I said, waving at a large green sign with unintelligible English writing on it.
“Yeah,” Tomo said, toasting me with a green beer.
Beyond Tomo, I could see that Matsumoto had trapped Ume. She was waving a melon soda cocktail in Ume’s face while drunkenly saying for the third time, “You did good, but you still owe me yakiniku.”
Ume just shook her head modestly and sipped a brilliant green cocktail.
That left only Shishi, the designated driver, who was drinking sencha and looking bored.
When we arrived, all the rooms and tables were full. But we all squeezed in at the bar. Tonight, we were celebrating the sale of Ume’s book, “For Love of a Konbini Idol,” based on our adventures.
From down the bar, a heavily accented voice said, “Meron soda. Arukoru nashi, arigatogozaimasu.” I guessed they were American because of their terrible accent.
“Ask them why everything is green. They’re American and must know,” a plastered Matsumoto said, chucking Ume in the ribs. “You’re the only one who speaks English.”
“Naw, I wouldn’t want to be rude,” she replied.
“Go on,” Shishi said, joining in the conversation.
Ume shrugged and moved down the bar.
We all laughed. Ume would do just about anything for Shishi.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #KonbiniIdol #NMFic #SaintPatricksDay #SliceOfLife
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••⋅☾Two Authors of Konbini Idol (Kan-chan POV)☽⋅••
#Vss366 Irish / #StPatricksDay #EroticMusings 42: Languages?
Part 1 of 2
I ordered my third green tea shochu.” It isn’t what I usually drink, but since everyone else was drinking green stuff, and it was a limited special, I figured, “Why not?” It was good.
Tsugumi had been drinking the same thing, but after calling it “froufrou” she’d switched to ordering a cube of chartreuse jelly.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Emerald Slider,” she said. “Don’t ask me what it is, but it looked fun.”
That didn’t tell me anything.
Everything was green. Green crepe ribbons festooned the room. Funny little paper youkai with shiny Emerald hats and shamrocks decorated the mirrors. Many people wore that color.
“Even the sign is green,” I said, waving at a large green sign with unintelligible English writing on it.
“Yeah,” Tomo said, toasting me with a green beer.
Beyond Tomo, I could see that Matsumoto had trapped Ume. She was waving a melon soda cocktail in Ume’s face while drunkenly saying for the third time, “You did good, but you still owe me yakiniku.”
Ume just shook her head modestly and sipped a brilliant green cocktail.
That left only Shishi, the designated driver, who was drinking sencha and looking bored.
When we arrived, all the rooms and tables were full. But we all squeezed in at the bar. Tonight, we were celebrating the sale of Ume’s book, “For Love of a Konbini Idol,” based on our adventures.
From down the bar, a heavily accented voice said, “Meron soda. Arukoru nashi, arigatogozaimasu.” I guessed they were American because of their terrible accent.
“Ask them why everything is green. They’re American and must know,” a plastered Matsumoto said, chucking Ume in the ribs. “You’re the only one who speaks English.”
“Naw, I wouldn’t want to be rude,” she replied.
“Go on,” Shishi said, joining in the conversation.
Ume shrugged and moved down the bar.
We all laughed. Ume would do just about anything for Shishi.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #KonbiniIdol #NMFic #SaintPatricksDay #SliceOfLife
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••⋅☾Two Authors of Konbini Idol (Kan-chan POV)☽⋅••
#Vss366 Irish / #StPatricksDay #EroticMusings 42: Languages?
Part 1 of 2
I ordered my third green tea shochu.” It isn’t what I usually drink, but since everyone else was drinking green stuff, and it was a limited special, I figured, “Why not?” It was good.
Tsugumi had been drinking the same thing, but after calling it “froufrou” she’d switched to ordering a cube of chartreuse jelly.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Emerald Slider,” she said. “Don’t ask me what it is, but it looked fun.”
That didn’t tell me anything.
Everything was green. Green crepe ribbons festooned the room. Funny little paper youkai with shiny Emerald hats and shamrocks decorated the mirrors. Many people wore that color.
“Even the sign is green,” I said, waving at a large green sign with unintelligible English writing on it.
“Yeah,” Tomo said, toasting me with a green beer.
Beyond Tomo, I could see that Matsumoto had trapped Ume. She was waving a melon soda cocktail in Ume’s face while drunkenly saying for the third time, “You did good, but you still owe me yakiniku.”
Ume just shook her head modestly and sipped a brilliant green cocktail.
That left only Shishi, the designated driver, who was drinking sencha and looking bored.
When we arrived, all the rooms and tables were full. But we all squeezed in at the bar. Tonight, we were celebrating the sale of Ume’s book, “For Love of a Konbini Idol,” based on our adventures.
From down the bar, a heavily accented voice said, “Meron soda. Arukoru nashi, arigatogozaimasu.” I guessed they were American because of their terrible accent.
“Ask them why everything is green. They’re American and must know,” a plastered Matsumoto said, chucking Ume in the ribs. “You’re the only one who speaks English.”
“Naw, I wouldn’t want to be rude,” she replied.
“Go on,” Shishi said, joining in the conversation.
Ume shrugged and moved down the bar.
We all laughed. Ume would do just about anything for Shishi.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #KonbiniIdol #NMFic #SaintPatricksDay #SliceOfLife
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On Irish food for St. Patrick’s Day
I’m half Irish. My wife is mostly Irish. St. Patrick’s Day and being of Irish heritage, so to speak, has never been a thing for us beyond being amusing.
I still refuse to eat Corned Beef and Cabbage under any circumstances. The making, selling, and cooking of Corned Beef should be outlawed, IMHO.
Dublin Coddle, Shepherd’s Pie, Bangers and Mash, and of course Irish Stew are pretty tasty if you’re thinking of something Irish for dinner.
The Irish in me said I needed to pass this bit of insight along. My day is now complete.
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On Irish food for St. Patrick’s Day
I’m half Irish. My wife is mostly Irish. St. Patrick’s Day and being of Irish heritage, so to speak, has never been a thing for us beyond being amusing.
I still refuse to eat Corned Beef and Cabbage under any circumstances. The making, selling, and cooking of Corned Beef should be outlawed, IMHO.
Dublin Coddle, Shepherd’s Pie, Bangers and Mash, and of course Irish Stew are pretty tasty if you’re thinking of something Irish for dinner.
The Irish in me said I needed to pass this bit of insight along. My day is now complete.
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On Irish food for St. Patrick’s Day
I’m half Irish. My wife is mostly Irish. St. Patrick’s Day and being of Irish heritage, so to speak, has never been a thing for us beyond being amusing.
I still refuse to eat Corned Beef and Cabbage under any circumstances. The making, selling, and cooking of Corned Beef should be outlawed, IMHO.
Dublin Coddle, Shepherd’s Pie, Bangers and Mash, and of course Irish Stew are pretty tasty if you’re thinking of something Irish for dinner.
The Irish in me said I needed to pass this bit of insight along. My day is now complete.
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On Irish food for St. Patrick’s Day
I’m half Irish. My wife is mostly Irish. St. Patrick’s Day and being of Irish heritage, so to speak, has never been a thing for us beyond being amusing.
I still refuse to eat Corned Beef and Cabbage under any circumstances. The making, selling, and cooking of Corned Beef should be outlawed, IMHO.
Dublin Coddle, Shepherd’s Pie, Bangers and Mash, and of course Irish Stew are pretty tasty if you’re thinking of something Irish for dinner.
The Irish in me said I needed to pass this bit of insight along. My day is now complete.
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On Irish food for St. Patrick’s Day
I’m half Irish. My wife is mostly Irish. St. Patrick’s Day and being of Irish heritage, so to speak, has never been a thing for us beyond being amusing.
I still refuse to eat Corned Beef and Cabbage under any circumstances. The making, selling, and cooking of Corned Beef should be outlawed, IMHO.
Dublin Coddle, Shepherd’s Pie, Bangers and Mash, and of course Irish Stew are pretty tasty if you’re thinking of something Irish for dinner.
The Irish in me said I needed to pass this bit of insight along. My day is now complete.
