Christmas is for Santa. Valentines is for lovers. Halloween is for dressing up in silly costumes. Saint Patrick's is for... well, I'm not really sure. On this side of the pond, it seems like a celebration of unrestrained drinking. Don't get me wrong. As an alcoholic, I thought it was a fine tradition, and I developed a loving respect for the Irish, who in my mind were important because they devoted their lives to staggering around slurring their words in an accent that I could hardly understand in the first place.