Ode to St. Patrick's Day

Why is it that 15 years after leaving school , the idea of 5 cent progressive drafts fills my minds on St. Patricks Day morning?  The though of a good buzz before 10am sounds better than just about anything else that can happen on a day like today?  The New York air still crisp but warm enough in the afternoon to enjoy some staggering around outside.

Professionally speaking, there is no time for something like this, work needs to get done, phone calls, etc.  Parentally thinking, this time has long passed and should be put away with other memories of the past like keg stands, funnels and things like that.

Why then do I miss it so?  Is it because it was my starting point on the road one more time through Philly, Charlotte, on my late Dead Tour in '95?  I don't know but thanks Buffalo, Reagans, Fat Cats, Pierce Arrow for making St. Patricks day a great memory.