My best St. Paddy’s day was in Butte, Montana. St. Paddy’s in Butte was something. One well-known uptown bar served cornbeef by the ton, literally! When the parade slowed down, people bailed off the floats to hit the bars and liquor stores for supplies……at 8AM. So it is a big affair to the local college population.
The 17th was on a Tuesday; on Thursday the 12th, our historical geology prof schedules a test for 8 AM St. Paddy’s Day. We are all like “WTF???” He says “Sorry, we need another grade and this is the only day.”
Monday night I got prelubed, but set the alarm. Made to class as the door is closing and in no shape to take a test. There was me, the prof and three others in various conditions. “This” he says, “is a name test. Write your name on this paper, you get 100 points. My home overlooks the parade route and I have a keg on ice. My wife is making cornbeef and cabbage or steak and eggs if you prefer. Welcome to my version of a St. Paddy’s party for the dedicated.”
SRM