Green - Check. Plans? What plans?

This time last year I was goofing off in Boston with Sara and Marian. Randy was doing his thing in Chicago with Mac and Lee. Today finds us both in Atlanta dealing with some evil cold-type crud (which I lovingly shared with him) with no Saint Patrick's Day Plans whatsoever. I am wearing my green though. So should we get a sudden rush of energy, ignore the wheezing, snotty congestion, and head out to join the St. Patricks Day revelry - I won't have to change my shirt.