Ah,yes nothing like being surrounded by a bunch of drunk Irish and wanna be Irish 
stupid hats,stupid shirts,and green everywhere.highlight of the day was drunk 5'5,150lb ginger still trying to grow his first beard,with his celtic cross tattoo trying to hit on my girl.she's 5'9 and was looking over him at me and going
and 
last night i went to this "irish" bar before going to with some friends and i saw all of those idiots wearing those stupid hats , celebrating some homo called patrick.
i asked for vodka, the fucking bartender said "ITS ST PATRICK'S DAY, DRINK OUR HOMEMADE BEER" , i told him "I want vodka, greygoose, tonic, ice, no beer, i am not celebrating some fag i dont now" (by this time the wife was already bitching me to stop discussing) and he said that i was DISRESPECTING ST PATRICK (who the fuck is this patrick anyway) so i told him "dude, are you irish? you dont look irish, you dont really speak english, this bar is full of people celebrating something they just dont know"
he looked at me, prepared my vodka, and just that
i think i gave him a lesson, and if i didnt, at least i ruined his stupid st patricks day