Justin and I went to Poitin Stil, our local, for a few St. Pats drinks. $3 Guinness pints and $3 Jameson shots spell danger for someone who has to get up at 4:45 am, but I was moderate in my consumption. I went home at 7 to look up my patient information to prepare for my second day at the hospital.

I am usually not a big fan of holidays that lend themselves to overconsumption, but I can stomach St. Patrick's Day just as long as I'm out on the actual 17th, and I'm in a place with a low choad count. If it happens to fall on a Friday or Saturday, great, but if it's on a Monday, I'm going to drink like it's a Monday, which most of the time means not at all.