One St Patrick's Day, many year ago, Cass McCombs played at my house with the Oxes. I was reminded earlier today that he made a long distance call to his family from our phone to tell his annual St. Patties Day Joke. What I remember about that night is the after party in my room, hurling hundreds of vinyl records into the wall, duck tapping the perimeter of my room and my boyfriend making out with some chick who had two LED shamrocks pinned at her tits. Her last name was Green. I hate St Patrick's Day.