Events
East Atlanta hosts a number of popular annual events, including:
- East Atlanta Strut - East Atlanta's free annual one day neighborhood festival, always on the third Saturday in September featuring a parade, 5k fun run, food, live music, art, and events. All proceeds benefit local charities
- Corndogorama - Music festival and Corndog eating contest held the last weekend in June
- B*ATL - Neighboorhood festival commemorating the anniversary of the Civil War's Battle of Atlanta, which was fought on July 22, 1864 on land that is now part of East Atlanta. Events include a period costume gala dinner and house tour; a 5K fun run; van and walking tours of neighborhood historic sites including Oakland Cemetery; Civil War Battle re-enactment featuring soldiers, live artillery, and civilian re-enactors; and historic music concerts.
- East Atlanta Beer Festival - Annual one day beer festival held the last weekend in May. All proceeds benefit local charities
- EAV Farmers Market - A local non-profit farmers market each Thursday evening (4 to dark) from May through November where locals gather to feel good about themselves and pat each other on the back
- Drive-Invasion - Annual festival held on Labor Day Weekend at the Starlight Six Drive-in, Atlanta's last drive-in movie theater. Featuring live bands; custom hot-rod show; and classic drive-in movies all night
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Famous quotes containing the word events:
“On the most profitable lie, the course of events presently lays a destructive tax; whilst frankness invites frankness, puts the parties on a convenient footing, and makes their business a friendship.”
—Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882)
“There are no little events in life, those we think of no consequence may be full of fate, and it is at our own risk if we neglect the acquaintances and opportunities that seem to be casually offered, and of small importance.”
—Amelia E. Barr (1831–1919)
“The great events of life often leave one unmoved; they pass out of consciousness, and, when one thinks of them, become unreal. Even the scarlet flowers of passion seem to grow in the same meadow as the poppies of oblivion.”
—Oscar Wilde (1854–1900)