Stockton Asparagus Festival
It was still raining in Hanford when we hit the road about 8:30 a.m. to Stockton. I put some Rain-X on the car's windshield, but it was impossible to tell if the stuff worked or not as the wipers were on most of the time. Before we left Stockton, we topped off our gas supply ($2.95 regular unleaded), and I used the opportunity to clean the bugs off the glass. I must admit, it didn't require that much scrubbing on my part to loosen the dead insect remains.
Stockton weather was overcast, but there was no rain at all. There was zero parking spaces to be found near the festival. We eventually found street parking a few blocks away. At the front gate we discovered that they were searching bags and backpacks and baby strollers for water bottles. Instant conficscation. It made sense. After all, what better way to sell drinks inside of the festival. I watched one angry woman throw her bottled water into the bright yellow garbage container filled with other people's "contraband" liquids. Inside there was a booth selling $2.00 tickets for drinks. Once you had obtained a ticket, you could then go to one of the booths that had drinks and only then could you quench your thirst.
For the amount of people there, I was surprised at how clean it was. Law enforcement was everywhere. I resisted the urge to ask the police what type of bullets they used in their Sig-Sauer semi-auto pistols. As we left the festival, hours later, people were dumb enough to jaywalk right in front of 6 policeman on horses. Obviously, they were shouted at and told to use the crosswalks.
Deep-fried asparagus is highly overrated and for you health sensitive people, this is one guaranteed way of getting a sore throat for the rest of the day. A friend tells me that asparagus makes your urine smell funny. This was confirmed with a visit to the men's restroom in the Civic Auditorium. Whoo-wee. It is the first thing you notice when you push open the door.
There was food and rides and games and for those with a lot of disposable income left over, there was always the Arts N Crafts area. A Ford dealer had a few vehicals on site to entice the purchasers of big-ticket items. The prices were good, but there was just one catch: you had to get your financing through Ford.
Was it worth the price of admission? Yes.
It was still raining in Hanford when we hit the road about 8:30 a.m. to Stockton. I put some Rain-X on the car's windshield, but it was impossible to tell if the stuff worked or not as the wipers were on most of the time. Before we left Stockton, we topped off our gas supply ($2.95 regular unleaded), and I used the opportunity to clean the bugs off the glass. I must admit, it didn't require that much scrubbing on my part to loosen the dead insect remains.
Stockton weather was overcast, but there was no rain at all. There was zero parking spaces to be found near the festival. We eventually found street parking a few blocks away. At the front gate we discovered that they were searching bags and backpacks and baby strollers for water bottles. Instant conficscation. It made sense. After all, what better way to sell drinks inside of the festival. I watched one angry woman throw her bottled water into the bright yellow garbage container filled with other people's "contraband" liquids. Inside there was a booth selling $2.00 tickets for drinks. Once you had obtained a ticket, you could then go to one of the booths that had drinks and only then could you quench your thirst.
For the amount of people there, I was surprised at how clean it was. Law enforcement was everywhere. I resisted the urge to ask the police what type of bullets they used in their Sig-Sauer semi-auto pistols. As we left the festival, hours later, people were dumb enough to jaywalk right in front of 6 policeman on horses. Obviously, they were shouted at and told to use the crosswalks.
Deep-fried asparagus is highly overrated and for you health sensitive people, this is one guaranteed way of getting a sore throat for the rest of the day. A friend tells me that asparagus makes your urine smell funny. This was confirmed with a visit to the men's restroom in the Civic Auditorium. Whoo-wee. It is the first thing you notice when you push open the door.
There was food and rides and games and for those with a lot of disposable income left over, there was always the Arts N Crafts area. A Ford dealer had a few vehicals on site to entice the purchasers of big-ticket items. The prices were good, but there was just one catch: you had to get your financing through Ford.
Was it worth the price of admission? Yes.
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