we aren’t even Irish

My selfish and still very existent plan to hightail it to Costa Rica: My highschool closed on Monday but I predicted that there was going to be a long "vacation" about a week before, so I naturally (not about to stay locked up in a house with the fam for a month in rural Vermont no sir) began looking at flights last Thursday to remote Hawaiian islands. My friend has a house in Costa Rica and offered for me to join her and her family there. Well I proposed the plan for my entire family to meet them in CR, and I was met with hysterical laughing, and also one family member abruptly leaving the house in angry disbelief/shock at my proposal-right before my mom's St Patricks day 'celebration' (just the fam arguing about the nutrition of Irish food and the high carb content of potatoes). I throw the old emancipation card into the conversation and needless to say sh**t hit the fan. Now there is Team Costa and Team Unworldly Meanies (guess who made team names), as well as Team Ireland and Team "We aren't even Irish".