We went to the Art and Wine Faire on Park St. last Saturday, then we hit the Gilroy Garlic Festival last Sunday.
We had fun in both festivals but it seemed too hot to be out there in the sun. Too hot that I was beat before the day ended in Gilroy. And too beat I snapped at hubby in argument over a supposedly delightful strawberry and sugar-laced funnel cake. The food’s great as always. We all came home with garlic-induced gassy guts.
Hubby and I decided that it’s probably gonna be a while before we go back. Perhaps a few years. We’ve been going there for three years in a row anyway (him even longer). We just need to hunt for the garlicky treats elsewhere because I’m sure I’m going to miss those really dope juicy crawdads and ”my” garlic ice cream.
*SIGH* If only these festivals weren’t too UV-laced.
