who doesn't love Fiesta
So there's this wonderful event in Gloucester, Mass called St. Peter's Fiesta...or Fiesta for short, or perhaps Fiasco if you want to pronounce it correctly. The crowning event is The Greasy Pole. This is when a bunch of drunk italians swim out to a long pole about 100 yards off the beach, and proceed to try and walk out to the end and grab the flag. Here's the kicker, there's grease all over it the pole, hence the Greasy Pole. Sure a few ribs get broken, a couple of heads get cracked, but what's that compared to my entertainment. I personally can't think of anything smarter then drunk men falling to into the ocean after smashing their heads on a long wooden pole. Anyway, this all happens right outside my office. My parking situation is shit now, I have people bugging me every five minutes to ask if they can park in front of my loading door(of course not you putz) and other mindless concerns. To top it off, I have to be here during this half ass carnival and sell T-Shirts. Good thing I get to enjoy my summer...the life of an entreprenuer.