Hoist a few for me. Yes, it is true. I am taking a day off from drinking scotch, and what, I ask you, could be a better replacement? Here's to kissing rocks and kidnapping wee folk for their gold. Oh, and here's to me and one stellar hangover. The partying begins at midnight and goes all through the day, hipflask topped off, breath mints in the breast pocket. I and other Americans defiling yet another holy day. So cheers! Truly.