I’ve been warned that since this Irish holiday falls on a Saturday, the bar scene is “going to be insane.” Instead of being pushed up against a bar like some super fan at a crazy rock concert, I’ve been invited to a party at a beautiful home in St. Paul. Once there, I picture myself laying in freshly mown grass, and sipping a white Russian - you know, the most Irish of all the drinks. My sincerest apologies to the hosts, whose home is sure to be desecrated by a swarm of Irish zombies come Saturday.

A part of me is torn between participating in the Irish festivities the way I did in college, or throwing in the towel like a mature adult that uses St. Paddy’s Day themed hand towels. However, I have a feeling that a lot of mature adults will be making up a majority of the previously mentioned Irish zombies. If you can’t fight ‘em, join 'em.

(Source: luckycharms.com)