I don't generally do much on the 17th of March. I don't get especially drunk. I don't wear green. However, there is one St. Patrick's Day tradition I like to keep alive. Every year, for one day only, I consider myself just Irish enough to boil a Protestant baby alive.
They're tough to find on Saint Patrick's Day, since everybody you find is "Irish for a day," but I nabbed me a plump little orange bastard this year, despite such difficulties.
In any case, Happy Saint Patrick's Day