Want in on a weird secret?

I wish I was more Irish. Or even Irish at all. (my mother says I'm part irish, but I'll tell you, I've never seen an irishman in my family tree.)

Anywho. I love the Irish. I don't know what started it. Maybe it was marrying into the Red Sox Nation. Maybe it was visiting Boston on my first Fenway trip. Maybe it was on one of my many business trips to Boston (good lord, you have no idea how excited I was when I found out my new management team was based in Boston).

I dunno. But I want to be ~more~ Irish. I want to move to Boston (minus the bitter cold in winter and humidity in the summer). I want to go to Fenway as much as possible. I want to soak it all in.

I'm sitting here listening to dropkick murphys (always loved them) and found my way to "tessie", which reminded me of the sox and then had me ~buying~ neil diamond's sweet caroline on itunes just so I can sing "so good! so good!". Then I found my way into a search of my old favorite irish pub hangout to find out if I could get a copy of my favorite song the local irish singer would sing (The Old Dun Cow).

I find myself loving any movie having to do with Boston (The Departed, Mystic River, etc). I find myself roaming Boston when I'm there, half pretending I live there. No tourist spots for me (well, except fenway). I take the MBTA, making sure I memorize where the fuck I am so I don't look lost. I smile how every man, woman and child has something red sox as part of their person and it's just a part of life (I live in colorado and while red sox fans are everywhere in great numbers, it's still something to notice. I never walk by a sox fan without a "go sox" and a nod. In boston, it's just, well, already known).

I don't know if I'm infatuated with Boston itself or with the red sox. I know it's more than baseball but I can't tell you if baseball started it or not. I've only been a fan since 1998 (I know, I know, but I can't lie and say it was longer) but I've been drinking Guinness that I bought in pubs with my first fake id when I was 19. Murphy's pub was my first hangout. Guinness was my first beer love. I make it a priority to fly to phoenix every St Patty's day to see Flogging Molly. (okay, so I also see every colorado show too.). Our best friends throw a HUGE St Patty's day party every year which I oversee the Irish Car Bomb contest (a local phenomena) and in the year's I'm not pregnant (was two years in a row), I win said contest. Last St Patty's and car bomb win sure made for a fun early morning plane ride to get to the flogging molly show in pheonix. Oh yes, I paid for that one.

I all but stalk anyone with an Irish accent just to listen to them. I'm weird, I know this. And I sit daydreaming right now on the aspect that there is a very real chance I'm going to be asked to move to the Boston area for work. I honestly don't know if the hubby would be up for it though. Although his entire family is from Cohasset, MA, no one is there anymore. All transplanted to Colorado. He loves the mountains and the weather and I honestly don't think he'd want to leave. But for any other place, Boston would be the place he MAY say yes to.

And why do I want to move to Boston? Just to be a part of "it". I can't define the "it", but I sure can feel it in my bones.