A St. Patrick's Day memory

Indulge me for a moment.
I'd like to share a St. Patrick's Day memory.
A few years ago, I had the great, great pleasure of spending St. Patrick's Day in the greatest city in America - New York City.
Yup.
I was in the Big Apple for St. Patrick's Day with two of my best friends.
We spent the morning at my best friend's uncle's house, eating the traditional corned beef, cabbage and potatoes, before heading off to the city to catch the parade and take in the sights.
A little backstory ...
A friend and I drove up from West Virginia to spend Spring Break with my best friend in New York. He lived about an hour outside of NYC in Massapequa. He went to high school with, as was good friends with, Canute Curtis. I have a story about that as well ... for another day.
A few nights before St. Patrick's Day, we were at a pool hall drinking a few cold soothing libations and shooting pool.
At a pool table next to us there was a group of girls, including quite possible the prettiest blonde girl I have ever seen in my lie. A young lass with long blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Just.. just.. beautiful.
She and I exchanged eyes a few times and maybe a few words, but nothing in the form of banter.
Back to St. Paddy's Day ... we are on the train coming back out of the city after a great afternoon and evening of fun on the streets of New York City.
Boarding the train and in the same car, just a few rows from me, there sits the same blonde beauty from the pool hall, with two of her friends. Only this time she is cuter; with a plastic green hat on her cute little head and a multi-colored shamrock painted on her cheek. She was a wearing a kelley green sweater and some great form-fitting blue jeans.
We make eye contact and a few smiles, but again no talking.
Her stop arrives and she gets up to leave with her friends. She stops ... turns around comes over to me and gives me a peck on the cheek.
"Happy St. Patrick's Day," she said. And then stepped off the train.
My two friends' jaws hit the floor.
I'm not easily embarrassed, but I'll bet - try as hard as I could to play it cool - was probably blushing.
Of course I never saw the girl again and here many years later happily married with three kids and just as many cats I swear to you I'll never forget her or that St. Patrick's Day.
Hope your day was as memorable as mine.