Kiss me I’m Irish!

So until recently I always thought I was half American and half Turkish. I always knew that the American part of my family was from Ireland (and yes Germany too but a small portion and we kinda frown upon it, don’t know why). A few years ago I had this crazy idea to make a map of our family tree. Well, long story short, it didn’t turn out well, apparently my grandmother was from Russia and since my grandfather had passed away I didn’t have much to go on with (not that anyone cared about my little project).  About two-three weeks ago, on a sleepless night I started talking to my dad online, I asked him about our family history and where everyone came from. He had a lot of stories to tell, it was very interesting. According to him my grandfather’s mom’s mom was the sister of King Zog of Albania and my grandfather’s dad was from Georgia. My grandmother’s mom was from Russia and her dad was Circassian(Cherkess). I didn’t have an ounce of Turkish blood in me (I still consider myself Turkish even though I joke about it, I grew up there, it’s a part of me). That was when I realised I was mostly Irish. Which is good because I have a great infatuation with the UK right now.

Anyways enough of that rambling. IT’S SAINT PATRICK’S DAY on March 17th. I think st. paddys day was the only holiday we celebrated with my family except Christmas. We drank green beer and had parties. Knowing what I know now, I really wanted to make a big deal out of it. However, I will be on a bus to Barstow. It’s a small town in the middle of the desert and has nothing but a small mall and a mcdonalds. Hopefully we can find a motorcycle bar and drink it up. We will spend one night there and then move on to see Death Valley and then go to our final destination Las Vegas. The fact that I will be on a bus on st. paddys day bummed me out. Well, there’s always next year.

And not to forget… Kiss me I’m Irish :)