We're trying to find something to do for St Patrick's Day

I know you think this post is going to be full of vulgar references to getting housed on cheap beer tinted green with food coloring. And you would be 100% correct in your assumptions. And it's not because I need an excuse to drink, although today does make it easy and acceptable whereas usually I have to come up with something. Whether it's because it is Monday or just warm out. It could even be because the weather is bad and who doesn't drink then? I especially like to drink when there is air to breathe and on other similar occasions. But on Saint Patrick's Day (a day when I believe, correct me if I'm wrong, Saint Patrick (who was known only as Patrick then) invented beer? And he also wore a lot of green? And had a midget son who he named Leprechaun?) everyone is a fool, sloshing beer mugs all over the bar, or street parade. Yelling, "kiss me I'm Irish!" and then giggling because, no really, I'm Ita-lee-an but shuuush I think thosh girlsh believes me. When, in college, we found green throw up all outside the apartment complex and then twisted everyone's arm to find out who (turns out, most of us! I think we over-did it with the dye and poisoned everyone) did the throwing-up. Today Bud and I are deciding between heading downtown to a parade or just slothing around the house since we spent a lot of last night celebrating Saint Patrick's Day a day early. *We went to BW3's last night and for those of you who like wings, I highly recommend the Asian Zing sauce. Wow. It changed my world. If Bud and I had been on one of our early dates, I feel for sure he never would have asked me out again, after seeing the way I ate those wings. There was a disgusting beauty about it.