132+ Irish Bars in this Town and Not a Single Welsh One

Yes, it's true. There are over 132 Irish bars in this town and the ONLY Welsh bar closed down before I got here. GRrrr... Anyway, I shall be heading to one after work tonight to make my pilgrimage with a black and tan and maybe some corned beef and cabbage too (perhaps sushi if it's over cowded and I can't get dinner served). However, as I was riding to work on the muni this afternoon I overheard the girl next to me say, "Oh yeah, so we started at 10 this morning at Durty Nelly's and now we're heading down town toward the rest of the Irish pubs. We're going to hit them all." All 123? Man, that's a goal. I probably won't get into a pub tonight at all. Naturally she said this while wearing her shamrock deelly bobbs on her head while talking to her boyfriend and friend wearing green mardi gras beads. So I got down town totally thinking there wasn't a parade, but there so was, with Irish dancing in the middle of the steet and everything. Everyone was wearing green, silly string was flying everywhere, some even landed in coffee cups and no one really cared. To top it all off there was some Scotish dude wearing a green kilt on the street corner trying to hail a cab. What city do I live in? Are we all Irish? Why can't people celebrate St. David's Day this way? It'd be way cooler. Everyone would be wearing red, there'd be a big parade with a giant red dragon, dafodils, and leeks and the rest would pretty much all be the same except we'd all be eatting potato leek soup instead of corned beef and cabbage. Damn potato famine. But since Saint Patrick was British, Welsh even, I can't really not celebrate can I? So I'm wearing the green (though I'm not Catholic), I'm going home to pluck a whole lot of clover out of my yard (clover grows like the weed it is here) and drink several Irish brews at my local Irish pub. Happy Saint Patrick's Day Everyone!