Where do you spend St. Patrick's Day?

Whether it's spending the afternoon at the Black Rose, gathering with friends at your favorite pub, or settling down with family for a hearty Irish meal, we wanted to know your favorite place to spend St. Patrick's Day.

So if you're looking for something to do today, here's where our users will be. Happy St. Patrick's Day!

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Probably at my girlfriend's place at the top of E Street. I love this holiday, but I love her even more. Yo Tommy, I did it !!!!!!!

Keith F., South Boston

Doyle's in J.P.!! Great music by The Finian Sons! They are so awesome. It's a great place to meet a lot of old friends and have a pint! Happy St. Paddy's Day

charlie, roslindale

I WILL BE HOME WITH A TRADITIONAL CORNBEEF & CABBAGE MEAL WHICH I ENJOY EVERY YEAR, AND I'M ITALIAN. MY IRISH RELATIVES COME TO MY HOUSE FOR THEIR IRISH MEAL AND I LOVE IT AND LOOK FORWARD TO IT EVERY YEAR.

ROSIE, DEDHAM

black rose or jose mac's

jennifer, boston

In Southie dressed in my Addidas warm-up suit with pegged jeans and shell-toed Stan Smiths acting like a freakin idiot with my idiot friends - basicaly another Wednesday night in Southie.

Smitty, Southie

These notes from Canada, on St. Patrick's DAY:

Preface: We enjoy reading the Globe & its seasonal stories!

NOW, by the north shore of Lake Superior, we gather

each 17th March by our granite stone fireplace to light

a fire for St Patrick--whose warmth & glow once brought his

original Celtic cross (circled by the sun) persuasion to Ireland.

Besides, this year will be-- another chance--a moment

again, perhaps expresses it best, to remember our colleague Derek Bell,

of the Irish Chieftains, relfecting on those Boston

St Paddy's concerts, & elsewhere, where we applauded

& admired the music of all that Paddy Moloney & all

that the Chieftains ascribed to....& afterward Derek on

this history of the ancient Irish Harp!

And, perhaps "most audible" during the day a few words

of poetry

from the great Yeats. Whose Drumcliffe Churchyard,

I travelled back in time to study. This, rather favourite, poem from W.B.Yeats' quest for a bit o' Irish peace inside the ravages of Ireland's eternal dilemmas:

"I would that we were, my beloved, were white birds on the foam

of the sea.

Where Time would surely forget us, and Sorrow come near

us no more;

Soon far from the rose and the lily and fret of the

flames (of war)

Were we ony white birds, my beloved...buoyed...

out on the foam of the sea."

God bless, St Paddy's DAY. & Slointe! Ronn & crew

(by a glowing hearth in Northern Ontario, Canada)

Ronn, T. Bay, Northern Ontario, Canada

this year, I don't know, probably a bar out here called Chief O'Niel's....

If I were in Boston, I'd be in JJ Foley's staring at the gold ceiling, sucking down pints, and singing along with everyone.

Bones, Chicago, formerly Quincy