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Take a shot of Jameson Irish Whiskey and add it to a pint of hard cider (I like Hornsbys) and then enjoy.  That’s a Johnny Jump-Up, and that was the only thing that I did on Wednesday to acknowledge St. Patrick’s Day.

On Friday, John and I went down to the Dublin Pub in the Oregon District to hear Fin Tan play, since we are friends with 3/4 of the band.  We know all of the songs (and they like to provide sing-along sheets with the chorus of all of the songs in their sets since they are a very audience-participatory kind of band) and I like to sing along, even if I can never actually hear myself sing since we tend to sit as close to the stage as possible.

A couple of times during the show there were announcements that the Dublin Pub announced intended to open at 5am on St. Patrick’s Day and would be offering a “breakfast and beer” special.  I tend to think of St. Patrick’s Day as the national holiday of frat boys.  I don’t enjoy crowds and I am not much of a bar person on a normal day, but St. Paddy’s is one of the days where I do not think that I could be paid enough to set foot in a bar.  Too many people wearing green, with shamrocks painted on their faces, being stupid, and drinking too much of all kinds of faux-Irish drinks.

Hence the Johnny Jump-Up in the quiet and comfort of my own home.

Just say no to green beer… really.  Because nothing says “St. Patrick’s Day spirit” like a Budweiser with some food coloring in it.