SPD Fest Baby! Blarny! Arse! Bollocks! Sexy Accents and Such!

Happy Thursday! Did you all wear your green today?

I donno about you, girls, but I am a SUCKER for the Irish accent. Dudes, take note! 1.Get the accent and 2.you will get the babes. Proven fact. Don't believe me? FINE! Be alone then! 

Okay, I broke the rules but as one of two of the creators of this fest, I can, so nanner-nanner-boo-boo. It's longer than 200. But again. My game. I get to.

We had an amazing turn out for this fest! Thanks everyone for being so incredibly awesome!! Alexia and I will pick our 2 winners by the end of the week! Keep an eye out for the announcement on MONDAY!!(Alexia will post her's on her site, me on mine.)  

    Green lights flickered in the distance. I managed to find a secluded patch of grass to pass out on. The hill overlooked all the downtown action but I was tired of the noise and needed to get away. Cool night air folded blades of grass onto my cheek. It tickled but my Guinness-heavy arms couldn't brush it away. Just as that all too familiar black, solid sleep hit I thought I saw a flash of green velvet and gold buckles.

    “Poke her,” a too high pitched voice to be human said near my head.

    “You can't poke the princess!”

    Princess? Did I pass out in the 1800's? 

    My eyes opened but the haze didn't lift for some of the longest seconds I have ever known. Little men with fuzzy faces, green velvet suits with gold accents, and curly shoes were crowded around me. 

    “Give her some air,” one snapped at the small – and I meant that literally – crowd. 

    Head pounding, I sat up on my elbows, eyes darting around me. I felt weird. Hung over, yes, but my skin was being assaulted by a strange sensation. When I looked down, I found the culprit. A gown of silk and silver draped over me. Ringlets bounced on my shoulders as, startled, my accusing gaze glared at each little man in turn. 

    Someone had changed me, seen me naked! 

    “Amber,” a booming voice called to me. Not small or pitched right to belong to one of the tiny men and nothing but my name was spoken.

    I found him, standing tall and commanding behind the crowd. It parted as he drew near. His hand motioned for me to take it. When I did, his strong arm lifted me from the ground. He was ugly as sin. Though his smile was obviously meant to be comforting, the sneer, full of gangly, yellow teeth, did nothing to ease my fear. His eyes were what made me believe he was trying to be kind. They were soft and bright green, sparkling like glitter. 

    He filled me with magic, from my perfectly dyed blond hair, to my pedicured toes. It tingled within me, almost painfully. And the little men bowed low, their noses touching the grass. 

    The ugly stranger, a King it would turn out, gave me magic. The little men -leprechauns-gave me adoration.  

    And that is how I became the Leprechaun Queen – drunk and passed out on a hillside in Ireland on Saint Patrick's Day. 

                                                                                                                                      ~Colene Murphy


Hop around! Enjoy the festivities and Happy St. Patrick's Day my friends!