Probably the best way to ensure that you came back to work today without a hangover.

St. Patrick's Day is a marathon, not a sprint. And in Traverse City, it wasn't about PUBS as much as it was about PUGS.

Instead of a "pub crawl," they had a "pug crawl." Get it?

Apparently, this is something that they do every year up north and we *clap* are *clap* here *clap* for *clap* it.

I mean, let's be honest - you can drink yourself stupid on St. Paddy's and then pay for it with a brutal hangover the next day...or you can just dress up some dogs in leprechaun outfits. We'll take the latter.