Yesterday we went to the worst festival we’ve ever been to. Worst. We’ve been to lots of fests and we’ve been to a few duds, but this one took the cake. First of all, why even name your festival something that has nothing to do with your town or even with the festival? At the oatmeal festival there is oatmeal, Mike the headless chicken festival is so named because Mike, the headless chicken, lived there. There are pine cones at the Pine cone festival and in TX there were even mosquitoes at the Mosquito festival. So, Wheatridge had a Carnation festival. There were no carnations. Wheatridge isn’t even knows for carnations (they are supposedly known for apples, even though their city name is ‘wheat’.) Secondly, your parade should be somewhere near the festival, maybe even on the same block as your festival, not 6 blocks away, with no signs and with no one knowing where it was supposed to be or what time it started. Thirdly, if your entire ‘festival’ consists of vendor booths and crappy rides, let’s call it a craft fair and not a festival. A festival is centered around something (hence, the word Carnation in front of the word festival suggests that this is going to be a festival showing off carnations or celebrating carnations. The Frozen dead guy festival is about a frozen dead guy, see how easy that was?)
So, we stayed for about 15 minutes, then left. Never did see that parade and what I find amazing is that this is like the 47th annual Carnation festival, so apparently it’s been this bad for 46 previous years. Next week we’re going to the Circus festival and I expect it will be about the circus, I hope.