Ah, Foxfield...... that wonderful time of year when the frat brats get all dressed up to go drink themselves silly in anywhere from 70 to 90 degree heat. Smart. Very Smart. Very Very Smart. BRILLIANT! I know from experience that alcohol and heat do not mix.
A friend of mine in the business has been working with Foxfield's management for the past two years to get extra taxis on hand, because quite frankly, there aren't enough taxicabs or buses available in the area for this event.
Anyway, long story short, this year was a Mongolian clusterfuck. Changes have been made to attempt to make things go smoother, and there were too many people that thought they were chiefs and not enough Indians. And I think everyone that you had to get past to get in was told something different by management. Long day, but not a bad one overall, I guess.
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