Ugh, we just remembered tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day, aka the worst day of the entire fucking year. Maybe it's different wherever you're from (though we're guessing it's not), but here you can't step off the train at noon without being stumbled into by at least one glassy-eyed dad with pre-vom pooling at the corner of their lips. And this year it's on a fucking Saturday, so the droves won't even be limited to those who haven't already used up their sick days for the year. We're planning to barricade ourselves in our apartments until Sunday and remain sober out of spite (or maybe get stoned), but if you're going to head out into the fray you might as well make the most of it and get a few pics of the saddies. Send us what you end up with, and maybe the most pathetic shot will win something fun.Oh Christ, as if it couldn't just be as bad as usual the Pogues are playing. We can think of no more depressing place to be in the world than in the middle of the crowd at a St. Patrick's day Pogues concert in New York (except maybe a Dropkick Murphys pit in Boston). Garggggghhhhhhhh.