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St. Patrick’s Day Parties: Because You’re No Saint

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Many are unaware that long before Saint Patrick became an Apostle, he was a famous Irish punk rocker that, with his patented long hair and green coat, started the Leprechaun fashion craze of the 5th Century. Start your own saintly craze (or at least go crazy) at one of this year’s best Saint Paddy’s Day parties:


The Blarney Stone
The greenest pub in Vancouver, the Blarney is going big this Paddy’s Day, officially kicking off the festivities Friday at midnight with a balloon drop. Then on Saturday, they’re closing down the block, where there’ll be a street tent, live music, pipes and drums, green beer, and Irish eats.  It’s an 18 hr extravaganza starting for breakfast at 9am and running until 3am Sunday morning.  With a lengthy draft beer list and music from Killarney, you’ll feel like you’re actually in Ireland (plastered and unable to understand anything anyone says).

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Shebeen Whisky House
Because if Saint Paddy was still around he’d definitely be a malt man, head to Shebeen for some of Ireland’s finest, like Jameson, Kilbeggan and the Isle of Arran’s Ambassador, which comes with two sherry butts and a herd of sheep. Or, if you’re not feeling green, they’re also pouring Kentucky Bourbon’s, Canadian Rye’s and worldly inebriates like the Nikka barrel (Japan) and the Amrut ‘Fushion’ (India), which mixes the rhythm of a Bollywood dance with the flavour of butter chicken. You may not remember this Paddy’s Day, but you’ll certainly taste it, at Shebeen.

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Fortune Sound Club
For those who don’t like Leprechauns, find your pot of gold at Fortune Sound Club, where they’re hosting an Anti Saint Patrick’s Day Polka Party featuring The Dreadnoughts. Known for their “roaring sea shanty…and Irish melody, [with] a solid chaser of gut-crunching street punk”, these drunkernoughts will bust out tunes while you get fluthered on cheap booze. And between sets, DJ IPod will keep your hips gyrating; at least until the guy in the next urinal over looks at you funny.

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