I’m sure St. Patrick’s Day has some other meaning to it, but all we’ve ever taken away was spending a night drinking like a crazy Irishman without being called a drunk or racist.

In the case of this year, it means getting to spend the entire long weekend completely hammered without being considered an alcoholic.

Or so I’ve heard. I spent the weekend in San Francisco competing in Chinese Martial Arts. I caught a cold as soon as we reached the bay area, so it wasn’t as much fun as it sounds. The only drinking I did was of the NyQuil and DayQuil variety.

So I suppose I did have quite a buzz going the whole time, and then dressed up in a funny outfit and played with swords. Life imitates art