was looking for something else and realized I never finished my reply to this. for st pattys I spent 18 straight hours herding cats. I've long since learned my lessons of drinking and I now take on the responsibility of the designated "adult" for my friends and (unfortunately) their friends. i live for the first few hours of st patty's day though. people are still sober, great conversations are had, irish music is playing... it's just a plain ol' good time. but the day doesn't end there and it becomes a long slog trying to keep everyone together and safe. this year was easier than others, as we never left the first bar. some years they feel the need to venture out into the world to visit other bars or festivities and then it gets interesting (hence the "herding cats" reference).