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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.

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