Morning Coffee

Up a bit later this morning than usual due to the annoyance of the last night’s neighborhood block party (the annual Greening of Ghent). The bands were over around ten, but the large and boisterous crowd didn’t disperse until much later. All attempts at sleep were thwarted by the noise, so I l just settled in with a book and glass of wine and waited for the acoustic storm to pass, which of course it eventually did around midnight or shortly thereafter.

I’ve never quite understood the attraction of such affairs. Large, jostling crowds growing ever more intoxicated, green beer (it was St. Patrick’s Day, after all), loud music, and so on hold such little appeal for me that I would rather do almost anything else than take part in such senseless frivolity. Even worse are the aftereffects: cups and bottles and trash scattered all over the area, pools of vomit, and the occasional vandalized car. City workers are going to be very busy today cleaning up the neighborhood.