Hm. And here sure and I thought that only ever happened in Dublin on days connected with James Joyce’ Ulysses! (A far better saint than Patrick, but, ochone, that’s another discussion.)
You guys just don’t go out and get completely shitfaced to celebrate, though. 
Ha! Yeah, right. You’re funny.
From today’s Irish Times:
“Overall, almost 40 per cent of all adults here engaged in binge drinking, putting Ireland second out of 194 countries studied, with only Austria recording a higher incidence. In Britain, the rate of binge drinking was 28 per cent.”
I love how everyone who says this thinks they’re talking about other people. 
How could an asshole be anything but anal?
Fair enough.
Yeah, but they do that everyday, so it doesn’t really count.
Okay, I admit it. I go with being Irish though I’m only 1/4 of Irish heritage. Y’see, half of my ancestors were German, and in the first half of the 20th century Germany managed to make admitting you’re Irish less embarrassing. Way to go, Willi and Adolph!
I’m Irish-German on my dad’s side, and Polish-Slovak-Hungarian on my mom’s. Technically I could also say I’m Irish-German-Austrian on my dad’s, but that’d probably be a wee nitpicky.
I’m comfortable claiming 1/2 German, 1/4 Polish and 1/4 Russian. My parents lineage.
Amusingly, my family was forced to leave Ireland for a while because they decided to follow Edward the Bruce and take on all the English. It didn’t work so well, but that’s how we wound up with both Scottish and Irish clans.
(We went back. And… forth. And back… and forth… repeatedly over the last two thousand years or so.)
It seemed like a good idea at the time. The time being closing time at the pub.
I have learned, in my study of family history, that the character of my line changes little, being chiefly involved in drinking, fighting, lighting things on fire, and then moving somewhere else, either in victory or defeat.
Also in making amazingly horrible decisions that have tendencies to leave small intents on history.
You enslave one guy named Patrick, man, the world never lets you forget it.
(Claim of direct descent from Niall possibly accurate but unprovable.)
So hello from an American with a slew of ancestors from all over and an interest in DNA based geneolgy.
You may not get this, but here in America we are really mixed culturally, and unless you are living as a Native on a Rez, your families traditions didn’t originate in America.
… And those traditions are often *very different between families depending on where their ancestors were before coming to America. So when an American explains their ancestry, they are identifying where they believe their family traditions come from, as sometimes well as physical traits.
(Now I am a total mutt, I identify as an “American Mutt”. I *do have a ton of Irish ancestry from over the past 300 or so years they we’re coming to America. Never have I called myself an, “Irish-American”, we tend to say, “I’ve got some Irish, and some German, and some…”)… But at the end of the day people with ancestors from all over the world still identify with where their ancestors came from. (A small town near where I grew up named, “Holland”, where the locals dress up and Dutch dance and eat traditional foods. If you ask anyone of them they are very proud to “be Dutch”, and also very quick to notice that you were not like them.)
How refreshing to get the American point of view.
My great-great-great grandfather moved to Canada in 1837 from Ireland. At some point in the 1890s his son (my great-great grandfather) moved to America. So I suppose I’m an Irish-Canadian American?
Is part of the mix zombie?
My mother had her DNA done at Ancestry and it came back 100% European, despite all of the family stories of Native American ancestors. I just had mine done at 23andme, and I’m also 100% European. Go figure.
(Though there’s 0.3% Ashkenazi Jewish in there somewhere unreported).
So is Charlize Theron.