Two sides to St. Patty’s Day
For those of us able to partake in St. Patrick’s Day
festivities, it was a wonderful, though debaucherous day. Through
the happy green hue of beer goggles, Western was filled to
the brim with cheer. Although the unmistakable smell of mass-consumed
beer was wafting from The Spoke and The Wave, students walked
with a spring in their step and jolly smiles on their faces.
Perhaps students were embracing the last opportunity to celebrate
St. Patty’s at The Spoke, before it becomes “Spoke
Jr.” or “Playland” next fall. The atmosphere
inside the bar was drunken euphoria, complete with soggy, sticky
carpets and declarations of “I love you, man!” ringing
throughout the air. Patrons were dancing with glee and did
not even hesitate to slow dance to songs by AC/DC. Rick McGhie
stole the show as usual — his cameo further contributed
to the sense of tradition and community at The Spoke.
Marathon drinking is no easy feat, and a confusing time warp
occurred for those who began their intoxication in the morning.
By 9 p.m. that night, many people had the erroneous sensation
it was last call. Those individuals may have found themselves
tucked snugly in bed (or couch, or floor) well before midnight.
St. Patty’s day on campus was a rollicking romp through
the University Community Centre. Pity for those unfortunate
enough to be doing schoolwork on a school day.
Those of us who had essays to write, jobs to perform or exams
to study for and did not have the liberty to booze it up
in celebration of St. Patrick did not have such an enjoyable
It’s downright depressing to witness throngs of people
drinking and having fun all day long when you’re unable
On what other occasion are there drunken lunatics running around
campus, completely smashed, at noon? When else are there jolly
green lines of people waiting all day to get into The Spoke?
Not only is it a day-long reminder of the inability to celebrate
along with everyone else, it is cruel to be deprived of the
best and cheapest lunch on campus on such a depressing day.
To add insult to injury, the festivities can also be heard
and smelled by everyone outside the bars. The music is extra
loud, the patrons extra sing-songy and the beer odour seems
to permeate everything.
For anyone in the UCC yesterday, it was not hard to get a
whiff of the liquid courage coming out of The Spoke, no matter
where you were in the building.
No, St. Patty is not kind to those who do not join the celebration.
Even the day after is an insult. With everyone else hung-over,
you’d think there would be some smug satisfaction. But
no, the stories of merriment from the beer-soaked day still
haunt us sad, sober people.