As an Irish-American New Yorker, I have to say that I never once have heard anyone call it St. Patty’s Day. It’s St. Paddy’s Day. If you called it anything else you’d look like an idiot.
Also Patricks of my aquantance in New York go by either Pat or Paddy, not Patty. In fact, an Italian friend of mine named Pasquale goes by Paddy.
It’s St. Paddy, not St. Patty!
You seem to be under the misapprehension that language is logical.
It’s Saint Patty’s Day… on August 25.
This is one of those things that drives me to a rage, but I mostly shut my mouth because I don’t want to be “that guy.” Patty is a woman or burger meat.
You must be a blast at Xmas.
My dad actually just wrote a newspaper article on this subject (among other misconceptions about the day).
Count me in among the “St. Paddy’s” folks.
Come on, boyo, yer goin’ fer a ride in the Pádraig Wagon.
Hey, I’m off to work door at a dive bar. Pray for me.