I met my wife at a St. Patrick's Day parade and party at her brother's house, ten years ago.  Since then it's been a tradition to get together, see the parade (which is lame but in a fun way), have a traditional dinner at his house, and toss off some not-so-traditional car bombs.  You can see some of the results, above.  Hope I didn't scare anyone.

SAM: What's new, Normie?
NORM: Terrorists, Sam. They've taken over my stomach and they're demanding beer.