...as the local annual food fester is in full, noisy swing.
That's where the city fences off half the park and charges 10 scoots for a ticket to go inside the fence and buy food. Some local restaurants are there, as are some of the familiar country fair-type mobile food wagons ("Texas BBQ," "Mariscos de Nacho" and so on.
I guess it couldn't be all local. That would mainly restrict it to fast-food places and roach coaches.
Oh, you get more than that for your money, of course. The local city council-personess has a booth where I suppose her assistants (no doubt getting paid double-time out of our tax dollars for weekend work) pimp her, and various other programs/causes/city agencies have booths too. And a Ferris wheel.
And there's music. Well, vocal and instrumental noises, anyway. There was a "blues" band yesterday -- if you consider a drummer, a bass and guitar (no harp) playing basic blues changes behind an unintelligible vocalist "real" blues*.... I can't judge rock bands, so I won't, but if they were at the level of the blues players, they couldn't have been very good.
They all were (and continue to be) loud, though.
It will always be a mystery to me why people will pay the equivalent of two greasy-but-delicious Chinese take-out meals from Louie's #2 just to get into a place where they can pay more for mediocre eats they have to consume standing up.
But they do.
And I didn't even see any paramedics standing by....
* Reminds me of one of my Flip Wilson Talking Doll's best lines: pull the string and it said "I like the blues, 'cause when the record wears out it still sounds the same."
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