St. Patty’s Day = Amateur hour.
What is supposed to be a holiday to celebrate Irish heritage suddenly has turned into a festive celebration for all douchebags to congregate together and make fools of themselves. Suddenly everybody thinks that it is a cool idea to get up and start drinking at 10 AM, and then act like they are the shit. And I’m sure that by 2 PM they are passed out on the street somewhere.
St. Patty’s day is probably the only day of the year where I have no desire to drink. I don’t drink because a holiday tells me too, I do it to go out and have fun. But because of douchebags that suddenly think they are Irish and sport green shirts so that they could conform to the other douchebags, anywhere you decide to go today is going to be ridiculously overcrowded.
Give me a random Friday night and I’ll outdrink any Irish wannabe on that goes out on St. Patty’s day. You don’t see me going out on Puerto Rican day and getting hammered for no reason, do you?
“Oh yeaaa, it’s St. Patty’s, that means I HAVE to go out and drink as much as I can because it’s the cool thing to do! Wooooooooooo!” Way to a walking cliché.
I’ve never had a good time on this day. I remember last year St. Patty’s was on a Tuesday, and I went out to a bar for my beer-pong tournament that takes place every Tuesday. The bar usually doesn’t get too packed on that day since it’s the middle of the week, but because of the “holiday,” it was crowded with assholes. Makes me sick.
And on that note, I gotta get going because I’m going out for St. Patty’s day. Call me a hypocrite.