I'm not Irish. And odds are, neither are you. If you are? then... well... aren't you special. Like many, I'm going to hijack your special, special day by getting piss-drunk and talking like the Lucky Charms Leprechaun for an entire afternoon. And I won't be alone. Hoards o' non Celt's will be embarrassing themselves by the truck-loads, trying to "get they're drink on".
Just don't do it drinking green beer.
All it's going to do my friends is make you feel like complete dog shit. Especially, when you see your emerald-hued gastric juices sprayed all over your mom's new carpet. Pay heed, or you'll end up looking like this guy. See you out there. Slainte!