How To Survive St. Patrick’s Day....modified by some of my own observations. Definition: St. Patrick's Day: the one day of the year when the 2% of the world's population that's Irish gets the other 98% completely shitfaced. Preparations: 7 a.m. to 9 a.m. Rise and shine early. Take a long, hot shower, and liberally use aftershave, perfume, cologne, deodorant and powders afterwards, and don’t worry about smelling like 200 poofters at a limp-wrist convention, because by 3 p.m., you will be excreting raw alcohol and other poisons, and without proper preparations, you will smell like a three-day dead cat wrapped in a fraternity carpet. Besides, it’ll be a nice change for the neighbors, ey? The bars open at 9 in America, so use this time to prepare. Collect the following supplies and put them in a place where you will easily be able to find it in an (euphemistically speaking) impaired condition. We recommend the bathroom floor, between the toilet and the baseboard heater, since that's where you'll probably end up: 1 quart spring water 1 bottle aspirin 5 pairs Depends undergarment 1 bottle Percocet 1 gram morphine sulphate 1 oz. human adrenaline extract 1 precharged electric defibrillator 4 Cardiac needles 1 trauma surgeon Brew a strong pot of coffee. Add 9 oz. John Powers’ Irish whiskey, drink. Note that coffee (with or without the above addenda) should be drunk liberally throughout the day. There is a reason that the Irish invented Irish Coffee; unless you ingest a large volume of artificial stimulants throughout the course of St. Patrick's Day, you are going to die. Arrange to be picked up to be taken to the bar by 8:45 a.m. We cannot stress enough that you should not drink and drive. There is no reason to chance losing your license or killing someone in a drunken state when you have plenty of idiot friends willing to take that risk on your behalf. Don’t use a cab for this purpose! As you will see later in this guide, a friend in need is...well.... essential. Leg 1: 9 a.m. to 11 a.m. Arrive at the bar right when it opens. Make sure this is an Irish bar if at all possible. An Irish bar in Boston is the best alternative, since “Boston” in Gaelic means “West Kilarney”. However, almost every city in America has bars called The Blarney Stone, McSomethings, or The Dirty Mick. Just try to ignore the fact that the bar is probably owned by Koreans. Even if they have one shamrock, as long as there’s plenty of stout and Jameson’s (for - face it - Powers’ is not summat you’ll find most places over here) it can qualify as “Irish”. As the day wends along, it will be your duty to MAKE it an Irish bar, even if it’s named Kowalski’s Kwick Shot. Secure a barstool and do not leave it under any circumstances. The bar is liable to be packed by noon, and real Irish people do not wait in line for drinks, no matter what the consequences. While we do recommend the use of an adult undergarment to mask unpleasant smells, it really doesn't matter. By afternoon, you'll be sopping wet with spilled beer anyway, and your mild urine smell will be completely overpowered by the toxic stench of vomit. We recommend starting out with a few more Irish Coffees to spike the stimulant level, however, you should not order an "Irish Coffee," as you will be given a fruity little glass mug topped with whipped cream and a cherry, and some guy named Seamus will call you a yuppie poseur while putting a cigarette out on your neck. Ask for coffee with whiskey and ask the bartender to leave the whipped cream can, as nothing will add spice to your day like the occasional whippet. (et..et..et..t..t..t..t..t...) Leg 2: 11 a.m. to 2 p.m. It's lunchtime! You may not be hungry, but it's important to eat something, because like Sheriff Bart said in Blazing Saddles: "Man drink like that, and don't eat, he gwine to die." If you want to maintain your buzz and not get that hideous, bloated feeling that could slow down your drinking, there are only two options: popcorn or Pop Tarts. Both have the carbohydrates you'll need to give you energy, both will soak up excess bile in your stomach, and both have names that are hard to slur. If you start slurring your words too early, you'll hear the most frightening phrase in the English language on St. Patrick's Day (besides “I'm pregnant”): "You're cut off". By now, you should switch off of coffee drinks to beer. You have only one option here: Guinness stout (Murphy’s is scarcer than hen’s teeth here). You may be tempted to order green beer, but remember: beer doesn't always turn green because of food coloring. Leg 3: 2 p.m. to 7 p.m. By now, the bar is definitely crowded as people take long lunches and bail out of work early to tie one on. If you're doing your job correctly, the bar should look twice or three times as crowded as it really is. They should also be saying things like Begorrah. By now, you may be in conversation with some real Irish people, since the person you came with has likely been taken away by ambulance. Some conversational points to remember when talking to the Irish are: Football really means Soccer, and you should be more passionate about it than you are about your wife or husband, AND The English are all wimps and fairies who should be lined up and kicked into the Liffey. If you remember those two points, as well at least three derogatory names for Margaret Thatcher, you can talk to the Irish for hours. You should continue to drink Guinness throughout this leg, although you may want to have another Irish Coffee if your heartbeat has become irregular. The Home Stretch: 7 p.m. to Closing Your goal, of course, is to be the last patron to leave the bar at closing time. This will be impossible, since a blood alcohol content of .50 usually equals death, and you should be pushing a .35 or .40 by now. The only way for a true Irishman to leave a bar before closing time with honor is to be hauled away by the police. Throw a punch. It doesn't matter who you hit or why; no one's made any sense since 3 o'clock, anyway. You will be beaten mercilessly, since your fine motor control has been gone since the late morning, but it doesn't matter since you won’t feel anything now, and you’ve the Percocet at home, then, for later, dontcha. Depending on your community, the police should arrive within fifteen minutes to scrape you off the floor and clap you in irons. If you want to reduce injuries to yourself and others, become verbally threatening to the selected victims loudly enough that the bartender gets nervous and calls the Police in anticipation. It’s a fine point of just how long to make this interval, since if you ARE in Boston, it could take two hours before the cops clear up all the previouse calls before they get to you, by which time ther rest of these instructions would probably be superfluous! The final impression you leave is the most important: as you are being dragged from the bar, begin screaming that you want to take your drink with you. You will be a legend, and by now the friend who took you to the bar should have had his or her stomach pumped, and will be able to bail you out. The Finish: (God alone only knows when!) Have the aforesaid friend deposit you at the door to your flat, assuring him/her that you are fine now and you’ll get the bail money back to them as soon as the banks and your eyes open. Crawl into the house (do not try to walk), leaving a trail of readily locatable clothing and accoutrements for either you or your signigicant other to find the next morning ( or as soon as they become aware of the incredible odor). Proceed to the bathroom immediately ( unless, of course, there’s any whisky left somewhere) and attempt to seat yourself in the usual position. Remember, the Trauma surgeon will only intervene once you have fallen from the throne and on top of all those carefully hoarded supplies! Apply remedies as required or able to do so and try to get in the bed before going to sleep. (Note: bath-tubs, ironing-boards and refrigerators are very poor substitutes!) By following these simple guidelines, your St. Patrick's Day experience would be one you would never forget if it weren't physically and biologically impossible for you to remember any of it. (That’s what photographs and police blotters are for!) Remember that God invented whisky so the Irish should not rule the world! Slainte! Next month’s self-help guide: The Pros and Cons of Waking Up Naked In a Dumpster.