My first trip to New York City, when I was eighteen, coincided with St. Patrick's Day. Growing up, I had heard about the famous New York St. Patrick's Day Parade. I was so exicted to see it, and I was so disappointed that I saw it. Not my idea of a parade. I didn't see any leprechauns that day, but I saw a lot of very drunk Irishmen
That evening, I legally consumed far too many beers at Your Father's Mustache down in the Village.