My husband and I not only met on St. Patrick’s Day but also married on that day nine years later. We met at an Orphaned Kittens’ Peace Summit (We met at a bar, okay? But this sounds much less sleazy, so I’m going with it. Hi Mom!), and on that fateful night, I was wearing a leprechaun’s hat that I had stolen off a drunken leprechaun at the Orphaned Kittens’ Peace Summit the year before. Despite my pilfered chapeau, and my future husband’s shyness, he walked me to my car that first night and even laid a kiss on me. A kiss that almost made me wreck my car as I was busy trying to put my socks back on.