As many of you know, St. Patrick is the saint of alcohol and green and any mixture of the two, including vomit. St. Patrick was a good man, who thought God would talk to him when he was too drunk to hear anyone else speak. OK, none of that's true. March 17th is the day St. Patty died. Actually, the interesting part is that up until 1995, before the Irish government caved to commercialism and tourism, in Ireland it was a religious holiday, and the pubs were closed all day. Not anymore, though. I'm not that much Irish, but maybe I'll get drunk anyway. I've got nothing better to do.
Actually, I prefer a celebration dance:
Do the safety dance.