Go what?

When I went to the supermarket, I passed a local pub which is purportedly Irish; it was about three thirty in the afternoon, and the line was already out the door. People were decked out in various green clothes, and draped with strings of green beads, a la Mardi Gras. Made me feel hung over just by observation. Loud music and a man yelling out what must have been drawing numbers, followed by yowls and hollers, blasted out onto the sidewalk. Somehow it didn't seem like much fun, but as a Monday diversion from mounting economic woes, I guess it'll do.
No soda bread yet, but I finally found raisins, which our nearby corner market was out of; we'll have a version of Irish repasts, with sauted cabbage and sweet onion, garlic mashed praties, and un-corned beef tenderloin, just a wee one. Wonder if our bank will go down...