One St Patrick’s Day when I was in my late 20s my then boyfriend and I were invited to a St Patrick’s Day party. There was of course a dress code which was pretty loose. Come dressed Irish.
I took that fairly broadly and went dressed as a representation of the Irish flag – Emerald Green Bikini Top and Fluorescent Orange Bikini G-string my white toned belly being the white panel of the tricolour. Over this I wore an almost sheer white beach cover up through which my coloured national tribute was clearly visible.
My boyfriend wore a pair of orange/salmon coloured board shorts and a white T-shirt the top half of which I had dyed Green for him. On close inspection it was a bit rough but at 2m or so it was effective.
So there we were, a couple of Irish flags.
Anyway the party started at around 3 we got there around 4 and started by catching up on drinks with the other party goers. There was Irish Music new and old.
Pretty soon we were singing and drinking and swaying and singing and drinking. It was great craic.