http://blog.evesun.com/2009/03/23/confessions-of-a-party-crasher/
Confessions of a party crasher
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I’m not usually much of a party crasher, but I made an exception this weekend. While visiting my friend Liz and her husband Kent in Connecticut, I tagged along with them to a party they’d been invited to back over the border in New York.
The party was an annual one, hosted by Marjorie and Greg McCord in honor of St. Patrick’s Day. Despite the fact that Jorie and I went to college together, shared a shore house for a few summers in those post-college years and even played supporting roles in Liz and Kent’s wedding, I’ve never before managed to wangle an invitation to the much anticipated yearly event. But with Liz and Kent on the guest list, I saw my chance.
And now that I’ve been once, wild Irish horses (if there are such a thing) won’t keep me from crashing it again next year. (Jorie and Greg: Consider yourselves forewarned!)
Now, don’t be misled by my Italian surname. I trace more than half my heritage to the lush green isle from which St. Patrick chased all those pesky snakes centuries ago. And between my family, friends and four years at Manhattan College (the fact that the school’s colors are kelly green and white should tell you something), I’ve celebrated the occasion with the best of them. Or so I thought. Nothing I have ever experienced has compared with the holiday celebrated McCord style. It was truly the (Irish) creme de la creme of St. Patrick’s Day celebrations.
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McCord, Marjorie [MC????]
[JR: I can’t id the author. Help?]
MMcC writes: “Marjorie Cote – Class of 1997″
McCord, Marjorie Cote (MC1997)
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I am a Jasper (Marjorie Cote – Class of 1997)