Maybe I’m missing something,

but the charm of streets full of fat, drunken Irish (and Irish wannabes) seems to be lost on me. Maybe public expurgation is only a sport for the young (though the bloated a-holes filling the streets today weren’t any too young).
You may infer from this that I had to drive in to Albany today during the preparations for the St. Patrick’s Day parade — said preparations consisting mostly of parking where you shouldn’t, wearing obnoxious clothing, and wandering around with open containers at 10 in the morning.
Yes, there’s nothing worse than a reformed anything.