Pardon me for being insensitive, but St Patty's Day is to day jobs what walking was to Christopher Reeves.
I'm grown up now. I have a mortgage and a fiancee and can grow a REAL beard that doesn't look like some kind of weird skin disease.
But it is days like today that I miss being a kid.
And by kid I mean a drunk-ass 22 yr old college student who made all living arrangements based on being able to crawl home from the bar. Literally.
I miss those days. I miss the ability to be completely irresponsible for an entire day. And then the next day when I was hungover.
So while some of you are out enjoying the warm weather and green beer, I'll be at my desk - thinking about my 401k and wondering if I'll be up late enough to catch Matlock.
But I'll still put some green food dye in my morning coffee.
It goes well with the Bailey's.