So you'll appreciate the relative sanity this weekend.
I don't know about you, but I pretty much stayed away from all the madness. Breakfast Club Friday night, HOM Saturday night, and both were pretty free of riff-raff considering what was going on in the rest of the city. I did venture out to Dixie's for a bit one night, and this is what I found. (It might look like that girl is trying to dance with him. She's not. Everyone cleared away and gave this guy room to work.)
I only heard one crazy story, aside from the standard "all these drunk guys were trying to fight" line. It was from the woman below, who was working the entrance on Seventh Street and keeping people from bringing things like drinks and firearms into the festivities. Between bites of fried turkey leg, she informed me that she's seen a riot break out in front of the Miller Lite stage on Friday night, then "got the hell out of there." Then she finished off my cup of whiskey and ice for me.
I didn't see any riots myself, though I did run into a group of kids stomping into the party to avenge their friends, who apparently had "just been stomped by a bunch of Mexicans." Yikes. And the guy below was out at the bars all weekend, screaming "Freedom Fries!" at everyone within ear shot and accusing those who gave him dirty looks of being French. I followed him back to his apartment afterward to watch the show.
Here's a regular view of the street from Saturday night, for everyone smart enough to have stayed inside.
I don't know about you, but I pretty much stayed away from all the madness. Breakfast Club Friday night, HOM Saturday night, and both were pretty free of riff-raff considering what was going on in the rest of the city. I did venture out to Dixie's for a bit one night, and this is what I found. (It might look like that girl is trying to dance with him. She's not. Everyone cleared away and gave this guy room to work.)
I only heard one crazy story, aside from the standard "all these drunk guys were trying to fight" line. It was from the woman below, who was working the entrance on Seventh Street and keeping people from bringing things like drinks and firearms into the festivities. Between bites of fried turkey leg, she informed me that she's seen a riot break out in front of the Miller Lite stage on Friday night, then "got the hell out of there." Then she finished off my cup of whiskey and ice for me.
I didn't see any riots myself, though I did run into a group of kids stomping into the party to avenge their friends, who apparently had "just been stomped by a bunch of Mexicans." Yikes. And the guy below was out at the bars all weekend, screaming "Freedom Fries!" at everyone within ear shot and accusing those who gave him dirty looks of being French. I followed him back to his apartment afterward to watch the show.
Here's a regular view of the street from Saturday night, for everyone smart enough to have stayed inside.
2 comments:
I would totally fight that freedom fry dude.
Where are you from "anonymous," Paris? Scared to write your true name, Pierre? I don't care if you smell like cheese, let's rock.
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