.. yes, it's one month until my birthday, or as I call it - The Christmas in April. There shall be a party, oh yes indeed.
Oh, not that I don't like the whole thing or anything, but to paraphrase Warren Ellis:
If you want to celebrate St Pat’s today, eat a raw potato, build a house out of peat, and get yourself shot by an Englishman.
And guess what? If you were born in America, you’re not Irish, you’re fucking American. Deal with it.
Also, as castironskillet notes:
Padraig was a slave, who escaped and went to England, where he was taken into a monastery and educated. He then went back to Ireland and converted the sun worshipers there to "son" worship, using a device consisting of the sun superimposed behind a cross that incorporated the awesome knot work his former masters used to represent infinity, and the monastic example of humility and selflessness.
They should rename the holiday "International Drinking While Wearing Green" day and be done with it. That's it's true meaning to most people.
That said Miriam & I are going out to have fun with Brian and Erica who are putting on a nice Irish meal and stuff. Should be fun.