So this fellah here is venerated in several Christian sects for driving the snakes (read: Druids and Pelagianists) out of Ireland. Born in England, St. Patrick was captured by raiders as a teenager and brought to Ireland in chains. He escaped, but later returned in robes and ministered in Northern Ireland from about 433 onward.
St. Patrick's day is a national holiday in Ireland and an official holiday in Newfoundland (only one in Canada). You don't have to be Irish or Christian to enjoy Irish culture; it'll be pouring out of taps, open windows, and the lips of philosophers all day.
Love booze but hate people? Hakuna matata, here's some insight from the scholars at Modern Drunkard Magazine:
The Zen of Drinking Alone:
"Whiskey is the key that sets the monkey free, goes the old saw, and that monkey is your Id, your subconscious mind, the inner you. Instead of letting that monkey out in public, where he tends to go berserk (or so they tell you the next morning), set him loose in a calm room. A quiet place bare of predators and prey."
Here's a chioce quote from their Wino Wisdom:
“I thought I was dancing ‘til somebody stepped on my hand.”
-J.D. after nine J.D.s in Club AK, Fairbanks, AK.
So don't be afraid to whip out your Id and have a close look at it today, just make sure you know who's boss if you go out.