I'm imagining a horrid scene filled with a bunch of Irish dudes wearing clothing adorned with hotrod flames, drinking Coors, and singing classic American drinking songs such as Billy Ray Cyrus's breakthrough hit "Achy Breaky Heart" and Will Smith's "Welcome to Miami"

And I'm imagining the gormless lbloke who has the nerve to say "Who bloody cares about Billy Ray Cyrus" and then all of his friends chastise him for not being cultured enough. Meanwhile, some other wee lad claims that he is 1/4 Kenny Rogersish and proceeds to demand that the bartender serve him an authentic Mike's Hard Lemonade and that becuase of his Rogerish heritage, he knows the proper way to pour a Zima.

Consider this tonight when you are celebrating the day of the Patron Saint of the Irish Landia. 

Also, go to the Slingshot lounge. Aside from the fact that the bar is at eye level when a large man like myself is sitting in the stools, it's pretty fucking cool. How cool? This cool:

Bouncin in the club where the heat is on
All night on the beach till the break of dawn
Im goin to Slingshot Lounge
Welcome to Slingfuck this lyric.