On March 17th the city becomes a leprechaun's playground — as well as a New Yorker's worst nightmare.
Bars open at dawn, the streets get flooded with bridge and tunnelers in top hats and the beer flows a disturbing green. It's as if the "Lucky Charms" mascot hijacks the city for 24 hours every spring.
But as us non-participants hide perched in a tree, chewing on our hair frantically wishing for it to stop, we can't help but notice a few parallels between St. Patty's and themes that run through a lot of Jewish holidays.
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