Weekend Shenanigans in Our 'Hood

Our neighborhood parking situation has recently reached the level best described as "fiasco" under normal circumstances. This weekend, apparently, we're hosting a huge music festival: Music Tastes Good.

I guess nobody asked us residences about taking up three-quarters of the parking spots for the entire weekend.

On the left in the picture below is our grocery store. It looks like nearly half-a-mile of Broadway is shut down to traffic:

One block north is our street, 3rd, and here you can see they've cut off left turns. You can still park on our street.

I can say that living at a place where people congregate for events is pretty cool. Sometimes these visitations royally screw over us peons, and the annoying thing is that no one really gives a shit. The city looks good; local businesses have a nice weekend; and so what if the working class residences can't put their car anyplace...

At least the sound coming from down the street is loud music and cheering, which does beat the loud and egregious whines of the Formula 1 cars during the Grand Prix every April. The Grand Prix, though, mostly doesn't ruin parking from Friday to Sunday...