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Aggieville takes on carnival atmosphere

By Bryan Richardson

The day that many love and many dread finally arrived Saturday as the masses gathered for Fake Patty’s Day.

Moro Street in Aggieville became a bit of a carnival with beads, shirts and food being distributed. Green clad people came by the bus load in some cases. People collected wristbands and stamps as they visited multiple bars to drink, dance and hang out.

During the day, many sights and sounds could be heard. These are just a few.

An older couple walked out of Varney’s when a young woman ran up to them. “I salute you for being fabulous,” she said while ready to give the man a high-five.

“Why thank you,” he said, completing the high-five. They asked about each other’s days before going their separate ways.

Just around the corner, Villain and District Pipes and Drums, a six-piece member pipe band, began to play traditional Irish music. The group, whose members are from McPherson and Topeka, garnered plenty of attention from the crowd. They took pictures and received tips through the day.

Chris Bailey, of McPherson, said this was the first time they had been to Fake Patty’s Day. “We’re making it a legitimate Irish festival,” he said.

The kilts and stockings they wore added to Bailey’s claim. “That’s Rowdy Roddy Piper right there,” one man said as he walked past the band. The band might have dressed like him, but it’s safe to say that none of them were the popular 1980s pro wrestler.

After drinking, people needed to get something to eat to sober up.

“Chipotle shots! Yeah, buddy!” a member of a group said as they headed to Chipotle, a place that doesn’t serve shots but much needed food.

The workers at Varsity Donuts helped one man fulfill a request by tossing a donut hole in his mouth. After one miss, he makes another request. “Underhand, underhand,” he said. The underhand attempt works, and the crowd went wild.

The sweets were all around, causing some envy. “I’ve never had funnel cake before,” a man said walking past a couple.

On a corner in Moro Street, a familiar figure to some on late nights made an appearance in the afternoon with his sign. “Need Light? Jesus said ‘I am the Light of the World,’” the sign said.

As the day transitioned into night, many of these stories continued to play out for both an audience of none and an audience of everyone.

“If I’m sleeping, I’m losing time,” a man said to laughter from the rest of his group.









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