An amazing thing happened last October. We looked ahead at our calendar for March and realized we had the weekend of St. Patty’s day free. We had no running obligations, work obligations, or family obligations. That’s right, we were so free, we were practically footloose. What better time could there be for seeing the Dropkick Murphys, drinking some Guinness and for driving the snakes out of South Boston! (I’ll be honest, I don’t really know what that last part means. It’s just sort of a nod to lore around St. Pat and it made for a catchy headline. For the sake of this article, let’s just say it means drinking…