St. Patrick’s Day in Yemen
It is certainly a low key affair. It was a bit hard to rally the troops but we did get permission from the camp boss to open up our self made Pub called Frosty’s. Also, I chap I work with brought in a Guinness for me so that was well appreciated.
I died my hair green with food coloring but more or less made a mess. I did get a lot of strange looks from the Nationals. To get the pub open I channeled the spirit of my Irish ancestry and wrote this email to the Boss (also named Frank).
Frank,
In 1845, a single mother by the name of Margaret Hennessey was forced to leave Ireland because of the terrible blithe that devastated the potato crop and because of the perfidious deeds of the English occupational forces. Risking life and limb she boarded the HMS Port Hawksbury and crossed the Atlantic on a ship not fit for swine. Surviving pirates, consumption, dysentery, and a murderous crew, Margaret and her 3 kids arrived on the craigy shores of Cape Breton Island.
Being a women of amazing internal fortitude she carved out a living in the unforgiving land of Cape Breton and raised 3 fine daughters. Those daughters continued on with life in Cape Breton and married the local Scottish gentry. Each generation carried on has decent living country folk and all were all gentle, giving, nurturing souls.
Frank,
Margaret Hennessey was my great, great, great, great grandmother. In her honor, I always raise a dram to her on St. Patrick's Day. I would ask sir, your permission to Open O' Frostys tomorrow so that we can have a responsible drink and celebrate our Irish ancestry. Seamus O'Pancracs has volunteered to provide the services of bar keep to 8 pm. This will be a night of responsible tributes to the Irish and a sedate affair overall.
What say ye sir.
I remain yours truly,
Liam Seamus Sean Brian O'Connor Murphy
Gentlemen,
Frank S has given the green light to open up Frosty's tomorrow night as it is St. Patrick's Day. It will be a low key affair but come out, wear green and be an Irish wannabe for the night. No food will be served but since when did that matter on St. Paddy's Day.
Pub will be open from 6:00 to 8:00 and I might bust out a couple of Irish of Irish songs.
There will be prizes for the best limericks. Please bring them tomorrow night so that we do not breach Nexen's e mail and cultural sensitivity policies.
There was a young man from Nantucket...
I also regressed back to my dirty limerick phase.
There was once a crew in Yemen without their lovers
So their hands would slip under the covers
You think I say this in jest
But the room boys clean up the mess
And you were told not to do this by your mothers.
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