Shamrock Fest ’07
Ah, Shamrock Festival, we look forward to you each year, yet each year promises to be worse than the last. How can you pack eight fun-filled hours of drinking into one day whilst in such a tiny venue where the hot sun will lead to those imbibing in the permitted public drunkenness to often do things they wouldn’t otherwise? By making the venue bigger.
RFK proved to be a superior venue over Ballston/Clarendon, the only compliant I heard was the lack of bars, read: seating out of the sun.
Thankfully this year didn’t see me stuck working the kickball table, heck I couldn’t even find the kickball table. Free to roam around the expanse that is the parking lot adjoining RFK Stadium, taking pictures of the various eejits partaking in the festivities of this year’s brauhserkness allowed me to snap pictures of applicants for the position of Wayan’s supermodel as well as take in the cuteness of even toddlers enjoying the warm weather.
Perhaps the vast amounts of non-green beer consumed by Festival revelers is the reason why the beer garden was deserted.