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You know how St. Patrick’s Day is an excuse for most people to binge drink and fall into a drunken stupor?  That’s all well and good, albeit a tad dangerous, but for me it’s just another day.  I honestly didn’t realize until last night that today was St. Patrick’s Day.  Seriously.  So what did I do to celebrate?  Absolutely nothing.  And it was grand. 

Instead of going to some insanely sweaty, crowded bar where I could trade body soil with a few hundred strangers, I opted for something more tame and sanitary: dinner with an old friend. And I had a great time, maybe even better than many St. Patrick’s Day enthusiasts.  No, I didn’t get drunk or bar brawl or stumble to my car.  Nope.  I ate delicious Indian food and arrived home at 9 p.m.  Boring and uneventful? Maybe.  Safe and satisfying? Absolutely.  So I missed a night of awful loud music and obnoxious drunks.  Oh well.  I look on the bright side: no hangover tomorrow, no waking up next to someone I don’t remember meeting.  Score!  Still think I missed out by foregoing the bar scene?  Understandable.  But talk to me tomorrow morning when you’re popping Aspirin like Skittles and I’m awake, alert and feeling rested.