Pssst! Looking to score St. Paddy's Day?

Tired of St. Patrick’s Day just being an excuse to see how much green beer you can chug before regurgitating on yourself/buddy/some 220-pound tattooed bouncer; out the driver’s window at a red light alongside a police car; the front door/kitchen floor/girlfriend’s cat?

Looking to do something constructive, something to help the less fortunate? Something that’ll give you a little exercise and fresh air, and still allow you to slurp a coupla cold ones while feeling good about yourself?

Get yourself and three co-workers down to beautiful Arroyo Trabuco Golf Club, Mission Viejo, on Monday, March 17, for the 5th Annual Coldwell Banker Orange County Company St. Patrick’s Day Golf Tournament. Shotgun start is at noon.

Boss doesn’t like the idea of your taking the day off to play golf? Tell him it benefits CASA of Orange County, a non-profit that trains community volunteers to serve as mentors and advocates for abused, neglected and abandoned children in the county’s foster system. Last year’s tourney raised a rather useful near-$26,000.

Ask the old skinflint if he wants to play – he'll be so surprised, he might even spring for the entry fee. It’s $195 per person, with box lunch, buffet dinner and live music included. There’s also a silent auction, which features select artwork, dinner for two at a nice restaurant, and more.

More than 3,000 kids fill the Orange County foster care system on any given day. CASA, a non-profit agency, trains its volunteers to help the youngsters deal with the emotional and psychological effects of a painful childhood.

To sign up, visit www.californiamoves.com to find your local Coldwell Banker office, who’ll give you more info. (Just don’t let ‘em talk you into a five-bed six-bath Colonial in Corona. My real estate guru gal Ingrid never quits whining about the fact that we’re nowhere near the bottom of the current nosedive.)

Word of warning about Arroyo Trabuco. The dress code is quite lengthy and very specific – like NO fishnet tops or bathing suits, ok? (And if you’re in the habit of playing golf dressed like that, I need to point out that I NEVER want you in my foursome. Nothing personal.)