When we were kids—Irish-American-heritage kids growing up in Upstate New York and Minnesota, respectively, St. Patrick’s Day meant one thing: corned beef and cabbage for dinner.
Later, St. Paddy’s Day meant the parade in New York and drunken Irishmen…and tipsy dykes down in the Village who looked better and better as the night wore on. We got lucky!
Now we believe in making our own luck. It’s like magic, but more than that, it’s about trust and love and good food and drink, good friends and good storytelling.
Did I mention romance?
That too.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
Yours in good love and sex,
Nan & Christi
nan@fatalemedia.com
christi@fatalemedia.com
P.S. Check out the latest Crash Pad Series Volume 6.
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Getting Lucky
Later, St. Paddy’s Day meant the parade in New York and drunken Irishmen…and tipsy dykes down in the Village who looked better and better as the night wore on. We got lucky!
Now we believe in making our own luck. It’s like magic, but more than that, it’s about trust and love and good food and drink, good friends and good storytelling.
Did I mention romance?
That too.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
Yours in good love and sex,
Nan & Christi
nan@fatalemedia.com
christi@fatalemedia.com
P.S. Check out the latest Crash Pad Series Volume 6.
Tags: Lesbian Life
This entry was posted on Thursday, March 17th, 2011 at 8:50 am and is filed under Fatale News, Lesbian Life, Life Commentary. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.