It’s St. Patty’s Day, and I love it! It reminds me of my teenage days in my hometown getting drunk with my friends before hitting the parade and getting even drunker at a Japanese hibachi restaurant while we watched the parade through the front window by the bar. I know. Japanese hibachi restaurant on St. Patty’s Day? What do you expect when you are sixteen? You take it where you can get it. Since I’ve already started the day with some Guinness and Jameson, I’ll keep this short because my motor skills may leave me very soon. If you want to shake a little booty and kiss anyone who is Irish or not, I would swing by Silk City for Prowler and Reef the Lost Cauze. If you want to drunkenly sing-along to some Irish tunes and witty-ass lyrics, head over to the M Room where our favorite anti-folk hero Death Panel (a.k.a. Charles Latham) will surely be bringing grins to everyone’s faces. If the drunk and belligerent college crowd is your scene, then grab your baseball cap and favorite frat/sorority gear and meet someone (whose name you’ll probably not remember in the morning) at The Blockley Pourhouse with The Quelle Source. Just remember swallowing anything green isn’t always a good thing. Cheers! – Q.D. Tran