Despite the hubbub I still went out for my yearly dose of infinite green, countless freckles, and charming red hair. The Central Park area was most happening with crowds of people drinking right out of the bottle as they watched the parade. It was a really friendly event, even the police were chatting it up. I noticed one cop talking to a bunch of (underage) kids who were drinking along the sidelines. He did not reprimand them for the alcohol. It was absolutely freezing cold, so I can’t understand why several of them started taking off their shirts. At that point, I decided to go in for a beer. I bought a can of Heineken and walked down against the parade for several blocks. The police did not bother me as I walked. This felt like a first for New York. It was more like London, where one can easily drink a pint while having a stroll.
Here is an article in the Daily Beast that describes the ban as grotesque. It did not really bother me. I think that the Irish, and the church in general probably have enough bad gay controversy. I imagine they would avoid the limelight. You can see some photos from the day below. Best part was pints in Connolly’s and a taste of some live music.