Seeing as how my birthday is St. Patricks Day, I’ve always wanted to celebrate it in Ireland. I like to think that I would be treated like a king, or at the very least, like the second coming of a certain bearded man. But my passport is sitting in a pile on some british government employees desk, waiting for my work permit to be cleared. So I guess I will have to wait another year.
Instead, I will just have to find the nearest (and most Irish) Irish pub and see how much I can drink for free (after I explain that I am the reincarnation of St. Patrick, and showing the date of birth on my drivers license as undeniable proof).