Not your typical St. Patrick's Day

It's funny how your perspective on things can change.

Were this any other St. Patty's Day, I'd be rattling off the famous Irish people my grandfather dubiously claims we're related to. I'd also be making plans to go somewhere and drink my face off. If I could find cute, drunk, Irish boys to kiss, even better.

Today's a little different, though. I'm on rape crisis volunteer duty tonight at the hospital, and instead of being a drunken reveler, I'm feeling more like the overprotective Mom of downtown Manhattan.