For many years Saint Patrick’s Day was my most dreaded holiday of the year. I used to tend bar part-time (yes, yet another job) and nothing said amateur night (or day) more than Saint Patrick’s Day. It was a day and night filled with slinging drinks, sloppy drunks, no tips, and suburbanites wearing tee shirts that proclaimed they were “CHI-RISH” UGH! I refused to ever celebrate the holiday except for the years I spent in my friend’s yard during the South Side Irish Parade. I don’t count that as celebrating, however because it was basically beer drinking, fire pit sitting,…