Who sleeps all night in a cake made of strawberry? Wakes up bright in a cake made of strawberry? Strawberry Shortcake, wouldn't ya know.
So this strawberry festival. It was...eh. I've been to the massive all strawberry all the time-fest in Oxnard, now THAT'S a strawberry festival. Where they offer strawberry pizza, strawberry kabobs, strawberry smoothies, you get the picture. A real FESTIVAL.This one? It was like a city carnival. The end. Two locations sold strawberries, TWO. Which, mind you, WERE fabulous, as they were picked at the height of ripeness, but still. It was just a big ass crappy carnival. The kids loved it though. As I stood at the gates in fear waiting for the temporary shottily made rides to collapse, they whooped and hollared and had a gay old time going around and around on the carnival rides. The Baby couldn't have been happier going on a little roller coaster for the first time in his young life. The look of pure happiness and glee on his face is something I will never forget. As far as the strawberries? Well, I guess I will just have to get my fix by having my own strawberry festival at home. Sans carnies.
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