Quiet regatta

This weekend, the town where we live is hosting its annual regatta. It is not an event I like much, as the town gets full of drunken people from all ages. I nicknamed it Sodom and Regatta. Apparently, it has been quieter this year, so far anyway. Apart from some drunkard shouting in the middle of the night on Friday, which woke us up, we had no serious disturbance. When I went out last evening, the crowd of elegant women and men holding bottles of Prosecco and beers was rather thin. Now most of the event is over and the decadent goers (regatters?) are now most likely nursing an epic hangover, so we might go by the river to see the event for a bit.