Shamrock Fest Write-Up

Alright, to those of you who don't know what Shamrock Fest is; it's a(n) (Irish) rock festival that has tons of drinking and supposedly Irish music in the DC metro area. The problem is that the only beer they have have bud light (@ $5 a pop) only some of the bands are really Irish or Irish sounding and there is a rather large amount of men walking around in kilts (which means that they aren't wearing underwear, because other wise it's a skirt). These are all decent reasons why not to go, certainly enough for me to not have gone until recently.

However Her loves Irish music, has never been to a concert, and wanted to do something for our 2 year anniversary the 14th (which was the day that the concert/festival was held). Sounded like the stars aligned and I was going to my first Shamrock Fest.

1:30 or so - we get there after an hour on the metro. I've never been to this before so I decided to wander around a bit and explore. Her explores with me. Once inside we find food places, rides and a map and schedule of going ons. Her decides to wait in line for a coffee and I would have waited with her except I hear some good tunes playing nearby.

Heartlessly I decide to head off to check out who it was, initially abandoning Her, who evidently decided that where ever I was going was going to be more interesting than a coffee line. Turns out I was right and our first band is (in my opinion) the best band we see all day. Every single band member was hardcore and Irish. I forgot their name but if you made heavy metal rape irish folk music and have that baby refuse to be aborted you'd have this band. I totally dug them and their sound and bought both CD's they were selling at the event.

2:40 or so - we find ourselves wandering around again trying to find other bands that I have at least heard of and looking at other things to see and do. Her believed that one of her more flamboyant co-workers was entered into the "best legs in a kilt - male catagory" and insisted that we had to go see. Until then she was cool with wandering around. We eat and see a couple more bands and Her gets into her very first mosh pit. Go baby. It's a rather mild one considering 1) there aren't that many people there and the music and crowd isn't all that angry of one. Still it is a mosh pit and she did go in which is more than I could have done considering my back and all... T_T

4:00 - Time for the best legs in a kilt competition. 25 guys compete for $500 and the title of best legs in shamrock fest. Only maybe 4 of the guys are cut and maybe MAYBE a total of 7 can be considered attractive. Of those 7 at least 2 (maybe 3) are gay. The rest are old and or fat.

I saw a lot of old fat penis that day.

If there is nothing else you get from this entry you should get this. I saw more old, fat penis than I have ever in my entire life... and I grew up with the internet! Shamrock fest shall forever be old, fat penis fest in my eyes.

Go old fat penis, you go and get your $500. And you too - hairy man with extra large holes in your underwear, go and get your second place prize of $100. Shake that thing too. What's that? You want to do a cart wheel? Go for it, just don't fall off the stage, cause I'd piss myself laughing if you did.

I wish I drank at this event.

Anyways we did more after that but at that point we've been rained on all day, it was cold and I can't for the life of me remember any of the band names I saw and liked. Other than the old female heavy metal group (who whild had some decent talent/skill didn't have any songs that were good), nothing can out smell the pungent stink of old fat penis.

So we left at around 5:30 but I think we had fun. And that's all I really can say about Shamrock fest.

*EDIT* I was told that the GOOD band's name is "Cutthroat Shamrock." Thanks babe.