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It's a day to celebrate St. Patrick, yes... but I think it's the Irish themselves who have turned it into a drunkfest.
What does the day mean to me personally? Well... as kids we used to make shamrocks (basically 4-leaf clovers called shamrocks) out of clay, let them dry, paint them green, and give them to our mothers. In class we talked of all things "Irish"... leprechauns, leaning over the edge of a cliff and kissing something called "The Blarney stone", pots of gold at the end of rainbows, etc. And we wore green.
As I grew older (old enough to drink) it became clear that those celebrating this day used it mainly as an excuse to get shit-faced. Beer vendors sold special green beers, pubs full (moreso than usual) of drunk horny women, drunk horny guys, some wearing large buttons that say such eloquent phrases as "Kiss me I'm Irish".... and we wore green.
These days I celebrate the Irish part of my own heritage. If anyone doesn't like it (like St. Patrick for example) they can kiss me looky charms.
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