You don’t have to tell me what day it is today: I live a few blocks from several bars and I’m sure I’ll hear yelling and screaming a-plenty tonight. For a while in Chicago, some of us called 17 March “Drunk Teenager Day” ’cause the suburban kids would take the trains into the city and get totally blind due to the taverns and beer gardens not giving a single shit who got served, and while walking through The Loop it was not unusual to find teenagers passed out, face down, on a sidewalk.
Ah, yes: St. Patrick’s Day. A good day for boozin’ and losin’, for letting out whatever demons you had hidden inside after downing a dozen pints.
As for me, I’m French-German…
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