I wear a kilt (saffron) every St. Patrick’s Day, but then I’m a piper; it’s required (I would even if I wasn’t; it’s an Irish kilt). My repertoire for the day is exclusively Irish (requests excepted); contrary to popular belief not all pipe music is Scottish. Many of my friends are of Scottish ancestry and they all turn out in their kilts too, as they do to any affair that’s even vaguely Celtic in nature, just as I and a couple of other friends do (in their County Mayo and All Ireland Green kilts) to “their” celebrations of Scottish culture, or as we all would if we knew of any Welsh or Manx cultural events; we’re kind of mutually supporting that way.
Speaking for myself, St. Patrick’s Day is a time to celebrate Irish history and culture and its myriad contributions to American society. While I’d never be mistaken for an ascetic (I like good music, dancing, craic and Guinness as much as anyone), St. Patrick’s Day is not an excuse to get snot-slinging, commode-hugging drunk, and I really don’t care for the fluorescent green Afro wigs, light-up shamrock deely-bobbers, mardi-gras beads and green beer that's come to be associated with St. Patrick's Day in the United States.