Published: March 19, 2011 at 2:59 PM
St. Patty's is bittersweet. Living in a college town, I really don't have the option to not celebrate it. The town is packed full of green-clad students and locals alike, and although I love any excuse to blow off school/work and enjoy some Smithwick's in the sun, I find the day celebrates very little of the Irish. People were drinking cheap Canadian wheat beers rather than Irish stouts, barbecuing burgers rather than frying fish, and listening to club music rather than Celtic. Every bar was packed full of cheap green party favours, but very few served even the most popular Irish beers, nor did they serve Irish whiskeys, nor did they even attempt to play even remotely Irish music. Hell, I even would have taken House of Pain over the garbage we heard.
So how do we celebrate our Irish heritage? By getting drunk, skipping work, and acting like yahoos. Fun, yes, but I die a little inside every year.
Still, I have some traditions I love to celebrate alone. I always start the day with the classic prohibition episode of The Simpsons, Homer Vs. The Eighteenth Amendment. I then proceed to crack a Smithwick's and enjoy some Stan Rogers.