I’m not Irish. My dad and his family wasn’t Irish. My mom and her family wasn’t Irish. So for me, throughout my life, St. Patrick’s Day has never meant anything to me. March 17th was just another day on the calendar. Yes, as I got older and was of legal age to drink, I’d often join friends to hit bars or parties as an excuse  to drink.

And drink.

And drink.

I think that most people who go to bars and parties on St. Patrick’s Day aren’t Irish either. It’s just an excuse to get blotto. Sort of like the second New Years Eve of the year. Fortunately, my desire to get wasted is long gone. Now really, the only thing I would look forward to on March 17th is to buy and drink a Shamrock Shake, because it’s minty taste is pretty good.