St. Patrick’s Day used to be a very real, much anticipated excuse for me and my friends to go out and drink. Drink more than usual. It used to actually be on my calendar.

Now that I am a thirtysomething unhipster, it is an excuse for my wife to send me (even more) clips of singing muppets.

Ideally, I would like both things all at once…I could be a drunken, hard-partying, holiday-longing-for responsible, hard-working adult, but I guess if I have to choose one over the other, Animal chases the snakes.

- Hateball