Tomorrow is St. Patrick’s Day!
Being of Danish-Italian descent, perhaps I can hardly lay claim to the wearing of the green (except the Vikings did actually found Dublin - oops, fighting words!). Then again, I am married to an Irish-American and I love Irish stout with a passion. So whatever, I have more cause than a scourge of green beer drinking hoopleheads.
Fritz Hahn has a great run-down of the events at area pubs if you are looking for ideas to celebrate. Though the wildest party spots aren’t always public – I suffered through four St. Patrick’s Days as a student at Cathaholic, I mean, Catholic University, where drinking at dawn was de rigeur (hearing girls vomiting in your dorm bathroom at 8am – priceless!). I pity sleepy Brookland…
So two bits of advice – one, don’t drink the aforementioned green beer. It has nothing to do with being Irish. A pox upon it. And two, if you’re going to abbreviate, it’s “St. Paddy’s Day,” not “St. Patty’s Day.” The saint, though blessed, was still a man.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs