My St Patrick's Day was interesting. I got loaded at an Irish Pub in Richmond, VA. I sampled many of the local brews, and met a Caps fan and his gf, a Blackhawks fan who kept buying me Irish car bombs that I didn't need because she liked the accent.
Then I got on the train and met this nice lady from DC. I was drunk and she wasn't, but I had some clarity, so we had one of those long drunken conversations about anything and everything. She must have been very patient to put up with my drunk ass, I'm sure. I'm still keeping in touch with her.