Today is one of the greatest holidays celebrated by man. Screw gift giving or remembering fallen heroes, today's holiday has evolved into a day given for one reason: getting frakkin S-faced. Today, everyone has an excuse to slam Guinness after Guinness, do a car bomb or three and drink Jameson like it was the mother's milk. It's a happy day for all (excluding those poor dry souls who for whatever reason can't touch the sauce) and can and will be celebrated with ease all over. Sure, everyone wears green and there is always that d-bag who actually pinches people not wearing the color of the day, but the libations even make crap like that insignificant. It's drunk day!
Two words make this day even better: green beer. Sure, it's just an empty gimmick, and often it's the crappiest of beers that get the green treatment, but who cares? It's a holiday! Plus, you can get plenty of hearty Irish food all around to help soak up those brews. Just give me a giant bowl of mashed potatoes and maybe a sausage link or two and I'm good for an evening of pounding odd tinted brewdogs.
The one problem with this great day is that since St. Patrick's Day is always on the 17th of March, more often that not the celebration lands on a weekday. This means the chap who celebrates the occasion must pay for it come morning. This year makes it even rougher with the NCAA tournament starting on Thursday the 19th. Basically, we are looking at a week of distractions: super Tuesday, hangover Wednesday and basketball Thursday and Friday. Employers may as well forfeit any notion of productivity.
Anyways, today is meant for celebrating, and with all the crap currently surrounding us: economic troubles, war, job loss, Dancing with the Stars, and octomoms, everyone could use a beer or seven. So a toast to Saint Patrick, to blessed alcohol and to large bottles of Advil.
Slainte!
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