It's not pretty but it's ours. I really hope I did this right. The irony of dying on St. Patty's from an alcohol made of the same plant that nearly wiped out the Irish during the potato famine is too great. I'd be a punchline and I don't think I could live with that.

On the other hand, if I did this right it would be a story for the ages. My triumph would be legend. Jessika Jackson and the St. Patty's Day bender. At least in my own mind. Well, mine and the Dixon's. Daryl might even give me my own damn holiday.