CO: Irish Festival

That Saturday, my sister and I drove up to Littleton to work at the Irish Festival. It was held at a park right next to Columbine High School (the one where the school shooting took place.) On a side note: I remember I was in high school when it happened. It was Spring Break and I heard about it on a TV in an airport when I was waiting for a connecting flight. Back to the Festival: I have been to Irish, Scottish and Celtic festivals around the US and in Ireland, Northern Ireland and Scotland so I knew what to expect – or so I thought. Of course I never worked at one and never in security. I joked with my sister that I was their “muscle.” The festival itself was pretty small and there wasn’t a lot of people – there were more volunteers than regular people. It was pretty disorganized too. It took 6 different people to tell us where to park and even then we weren’t in the correct area. The radios didn’t work, the free water wasn’t cold (it was in the 90s, sunny and humid) and in the beginning I was supposed to walk around the festival for my 9 hour shift – which wouldn’t be possible. Eventually I got to drive around with my sister in a golf cart (which I hadn’t done since I was in Costa Rica several years ago.) My sister drove the cart the whole time so it was ok – I probably would have hit people walking – not meaning too of course. Some of the singing acts were good and they had Irish bag pipers, but other than that there wasn’t much to do. The food places weren’t all that great either (except for crepe I had - - - I know very Irish. When it got dark whole areas of the park didn’t even had lights so that wasn’t fun to deal with. It was fun to hear the drunk people (you would never think there would be drunk people at an Irish Festival would you?) Other than being hot and getting a sun burn (only on the areas where I kept using sun tan lotion – go figure) there wasn’t much drama at the festival. It was still something to get me out of the house.