I’m not drunk. I’m Irish.

Four years ago Saint Patrick’s Day fell on a Friday. By around noon it became clear to me that my friends in Los Angeles weren’t coming with plans to celebrate. So I booked a ticket for San Francisco and left with the clothes on my back. It was a drunken, dirtbag filthy weekend. I had a blast.

I wish the Chinese had holidays celebrated by drinking. Then I could be in tune with my culture instead of the guy who is looking to use other people’s cultures to binge drink. Until then I’m Irish today and Mexican on the 5th of May.