While I was there, I ate a garlic steak taco (very good), got a hand-made stoneware mug (named Charles), ate half of a Minute Maid frozen lemonade (disgustingly sugary), and made my friend touch a leather top hat (hi Vicky!).
I also had the pleasure of paying five dollars to climb, then slide down, a giant blow up slide. You know those blow up bouncy castles? It was kind of like that, only much more awesome. I felt just a teensy bit silly standing in line with a bunch of six-year-olds, but it was worth it. And frankly, I firmly believe that everyone needs to to do silly things like slide down a giant blow up slide, or, I dunno, put stuff on your head.
However, as you might know, Gilroy is in California. And it is currently summer. In California. So it was freakin' hot out. And going to the garlic festival basically consisted of walking around for hours outside, in the sun, surrounded by the pungent aroma of garlic.
I don't like the heat. It makes me feel cranky, tired, and disgusting. So the festival was less awesome for being hot and crowded.
It was all worth it for Charles, though.
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