The Capistrano Insider posted last week an entertaining, slightly depressing exchange between Capistrano Dispatch editor Jonathan Volzke and a Long Beach husband and wife who were considering moving to San Juan Capistrano. That is, they were considering moving there until they came down to Camino Capistrano on the night of the Swallows Day parade and saw some awful stuff. Just awful. They sent the Dispatch an email to carp:
our way through downtown alll we found was filth, broken beer bottles,
rowdy crowds and a sea of drunkards. What kind of city allows this? How
can you advertise your city for tourism without disclosing the
nightmare it becomes on Saturday nights? Volzke came back with a pretty reasonable response: Guys, it was parade day. Cute little San Juan Capistrano doesn't go crazy every Saturday night.
The visitors didn't buy it, responding:
Bonus comment on the Insider post:
I guess
you have to take the day for what it is, Swallow's Day. For those that
don't remember the 70s when Tequila was in squirt guns because booze
was banned from the parade route.
Tequila squirt guns! San Juan Capistrano… you were awesome all along.