Well boys and girls, it's St. Patrick's Day today, which means it's the day of the year when everyone wears green whether it's their color or not, Americans of Irish ancestry attempt to make out with every one, Americans of Irish ancestry wander down the middle of the street disrupting traffic and call it a parade, and it's okay to be drunk at 11 AM.
Speaking of being drunk at 11 AM, Bucko and I were waiting at a stoplight at the bottom of a rather steep hill one St. Patrick's Day at around 11 AM local time, and we saw a sort of hefty gentileman stumbling up the sidewalk, piss drunk. He was wearing a green shirt, tall sort of Cat In the Hat looking hat, except in green and light green, lots of beads, as would be expected, and some of those huge novelty glasses as I recall. He was innebriated to the point where the combination of the hill and gravity were pretty much winning the battle, and after noting his resemblence to a certain other buddy of ours brother, the light turned St. Patrick's Day green and off we went. That is my favorite St. Patrick's Day memory.
So anyway, go out and enjoy whatever you are doing on this day when supposedly everyone is Irish. Eat your corned beef and cabbage, enjoy a pint of Guinness, Riverdance on the Boardwalk, whatever you so desire. Just have a happy and safe St. Patrick's Day, will you?