St. Patrick's Day

Perhaps my favorite holiday, minus the likely ecological disaster of dyeing waterways green (even though i kinda dig it, yet Christo is still no friend of mine...). Every ounce of blood: German, Indian, Gentile, and Irish omitted bow to the sensibilities of intemperance.

Saint Patrick's Day a few years back... in all its glory. Portland, Maine with the sun yet to rise, a few dozen gather in the frigid twenty-something air to ceremoniously plunge into the Atlantic. Everyone thinking What have i got myself into? and Can i back out now? A pub down the street celebrates our actions with house Guiness and Baileys, and by six a.m. we're drunk and chronologically confused. Bums wander in from the streets with an eye for free drink...