We hope you made it over to the Wallingford Wurst Festival this past weekend. If you have a child and you did not go, the sense of loss that child no doubt now feels will take years of therapy, several dysfunctional romantic relationships and a long-term drug habit to fully exorcise. You have nobody but yourself to blame.
If, on the other hand, you did go, your child is still probably talking about the bouncy house, the bouncy slide, the other bouncy house, and the games. Baby Z, being too small for the bouncing and the games, enjoyed the Portage Bay Big Band immensely while his old man dined on a sausage with a higher sauerkraut-to-other-stuff ratio than he thought possible.
Matt Mason shot some really beautiful photos of the event, which were here embed:
(hey, Angie, that’s you and Henry in there!)”
My only complaint about the Wurst Fest was the lack of band information. They had a schedule but no details. What was “Black Velvet”? I couldn’t tell if it was an African-American crooner or a guy who sang and drank whiskey. Ditto for most of the other bands scheduled to play.
I stopped by on Saturday afternoon. It was sunny and warm and the “worst” place at that moment to have a beer was inside a school auditorium. So why does Wurst Fest have an indoor beer “garden”?