Irish Weekend

Like many others living around me, I was born and raised an Irish Catholic in Philadelphia. I'm extremely proud of my heritage and my boyfriend and some friends are just as proud. We often go to many events that come around us. We love going to concerts which is perfect for living in Philadelphia because of the awesome music scene. In Philadelphia, on any given night, you could go out and find so many good shows to attend, including many Irish bands.
So last weekend was my last weekend of freedom before starting school on Monday. Many of my friends had already started school and wanted a fun filled weekend, needless to say we were on the same page. So we packed up the van, put ice in the cooler, went to the drive-thru beer distributor (those of you new to Philadelphia, thats the way to go) and were on our way to Irish weekend! Irish weekend happens once a year in WildWood NJ. It's a four day Festival that celebrates the Irish heritage (Now a days it's more of an excuse for public drunkness).
Being from Philadelphia, where there are no Sonic fast food restaurants, my friends and I always get excited to stop by on the way to the shore. We drove in, ate until our stomachs were going to burst, and continued on to the shore.
We arrived around 4:00 pm and the streets were green. If you've never been to Irish weekend, it's quite a site. Everyone is decked out, head to toe, in green ensambles. Everyone has pithcers of beer in their hand, singing and stumbling down the street. We arrived just in time to score the perfect parking space in the middle of all of the commotion. We opened the back of the van, took out the cooler, turned the radio blaring Murphys up, and began our festivities! We stayed by the van for a good two hours pregaming the night to come. However as we were pregaming many people walked by who were clearly done for the night, or a few nights. We all had some laughs and began walking towards the music and food.
The streets are all set up with tents filled with irish merchandise in the street, and along the streets are the bars. There are stages with irish bands playing their music and people dancing all over. Because it was irish weekend, we didn't have to conceal our drinks as we walked along for the night. We went from stage to stage watching and listening all the different bands. Finally we came to what would be our last stage of the night! One irish man standing on the sidewalk with a microphone and an acoustic guitar would soon become the hottest spot of the night! We stood there while he sang many irish classics, clapping our hands and tapping our feet. Soon it became dark, as we and the people around us became drunker and the night took off. Soon we were all dancing and singing and clapping our mugs together. At one point I looked over and my boyfriend was dancing with an old man with his mug on his head! The little girls who were rish dancers even came over and began to dance with us.
Then the music ended and we had to walk back. Our walk back was filled with yelling and singing and the best part was that the cops expected it! No one was messed with or got in to trouble and we had a blast! I let loose for the weekend and was ready to start my big day on Monday.