Chattanooga Pulse

If New Year’s Eve is considered amateur night for the occasional reveler, then St. Patrick’s Day has to be a close second. That’s the one day of the year when everyone feels they need to go have a drink with the friends they never see anymore or their coworkers to prove they’re a “team player.”

Since St. Paddy’s almost always falls on a weekday, the couple-times-a-year partier will likely belly up for his pint or two (at the most) of green beer right after work—around five o’clock. That means anyone who really wants to go out that night shouldn’t hit the pubs until about seven. By then, the work-a-day “likes to have a glass of wine with dinner” wild child will either be in line at the Krystal, or calling a cab.

Given that, it’s obviously not just the Irish who celebrate this glorious “holiday.” Or maybe it is. Who’d know? Through our mixed-up lineages of diverse family backgrounds married-in-here and having-babies-there, we Americans are the purest breed of Heinz 57 known to man. That makes us all 1/10th Irish…and English, French, Scottish, African, more »