I was fortunate enough to be on the emerald isle to enjoy this holiday a number of years ago. I was unfortunate, however, to be working in a pub at the time. Wow. This is one national holiday where the locals really know how to celebrate. My only job the whole day, from 9 a.m. to well after midnight was simply bringing back empty glasses to the bar. It would take me ten minutes to squeeze through the mass of inebriated Irish, stack as many empties as I could, then fight my way back. I’ve never seen a bar so packed in my life. Fire Marshals are practically non-existent and had any problems occurred, it would have been mass carnage.
If this sounds like something you simply can’t miss, it’s not too late to fly on over and partake in a bit of the festivities yourself. The New York Times floated this suggestion last Sunday and I’m sure it sparked some excitement, especially considering that St. Patrick’s Day falls on a Saturday this year. If you live on the east coast of America (or Europe for that matter) you can easily jet out Friday after work and then fly home Sunday. It will be a weekend getaway you’ll likely never forget.