Or Happy Testicle Day … whichever you celebrate. It’s been a while since I’ve added to the Mondegreens category, but how apropos on this greenest of days.

Last night, H.E. and I had dinner with some of his friends — two couples; I guess that made it a triple date, or a ménage times two. It was pretty good conversation all around. H.E.’s friends are rather brilliant and funny, and I managed to keep up for most of it.

There was only one moment where I had to do a double-take, twice. It was after the subject of the Swiss alpenhorn and talk of customs and celebrations on certain days. I’m not really sure because a phrase stuck out for me and distracted me from the rest that I had to interrupt the speaker at one point and ask:

“I’m sorry. Did you just say testicle day?”

“What?”

“Testicle Day. Did you say ‘testicle day’?”

Chuckles. He clarified, super enunciated for my benefit, since I sat way across the table from him. “Festival Day,” he said. “I said ‘Festival Day’.”

“Oh,” I said, while everyone — including myself (until I was red in the face) — laughed and proceeded to joke the rest of the night about the long and well-kept traditions of Testicle Day.

So … on this day, whether you shout “Kiss me. I’m Irish!” or “Suck my balls. It’s Testicle Day!” I hope you are having a fantabulous holiday.

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