We’re torn here at Overheard over how to feel about St. Patrick’s Day.

On the one hand, it’s a pretty transparent excuse to get blind drunk, usually for people who’d be doing that on any given weekend anyway. It’s just that on March 17th, they get to do it while wearing green and engaging in mildly to egregiously offensive stereotypes of an entire nation. I’ve always thought that, just to be fair, the Irish should have a corresponding holiday on March 18th, where they get really drunk, shoot lots of guns, listen to country music, and bomb a nation that happens to be annoying them at the moment. Sure, it’s inaccurate, but when was the last time you saw an Irishman wearing an exaggerated green tophat and trying to get a kiss based on genealogy?

On the other hand, drunk people are part of the bread and butter of this column. They, like tourists and kids, have a tendency to say the darndest things. We have trouble holding a grudge against a holiday that provides us with over half our material during a given week. So we’ll keep our petty objections to ourselves and just add that we can’t wait for Cinco de Mayo!

Quote of the Week

At a bar in Glover Park on Sunday:

Hung Over Guy #1: “Dude, St. Patrick’s Day is always better when it’s on a Saturday.”
Hung Over Guy #2: “Why is that?”
Hung Over Guy #1: “Because if it’s on Friday Night then you have to spend the whole weekend in jail.”

After the jump, cow=hippie, chicken=veggie, and many beers=drunk.

No need to wait for the next drinking holiday to eavesdrop. There are drunk people in this city every day! Send your submissions to overheardindc (at) gmail (dot) com.

Photo by Flickr user IntangibleArts.