Pacific Grove is having its annual spring celebration this weekend: multiple bands, local dance troupes, kids doing karate, dogs dressed in costumes, funnel cakes, crafts for sale, adults corralled in a beer garden (PG was dry until the mid-60s and evidently still frowns on people walking around with beers in their hands) and rides for the kids.
We attended last year’s event, which was just a couple of weeks after we moved into our house. I think we were still shell-shocked. This year was a lot more fun.
Moonalice is the headlining act both days. They play psychedelic roots-rock, have amazing technical prowess (live streaming most shows free online) and are fond of marijuana.
This is Barry Sless. He is very talented.
John Molo (drummer) is the tallest member of the band and also seems to have the most fun.
James and I ate a funnel cake today because that’s kind of the rule of going to a festival like this. It was very windy, as it often is this time of year, and a huge amount of powdered sugar blew off the funnel cake and onto my face. And everything else. It looked like I’d taken a dive into a vat of cocaine. But it sho tasted good. Humiliation doesn’t really impact my taste buds. Hope the dude running the drone got some good footage.
I thought this guy making a smoothie with pedal power was the most hipster thing I saw today, then I noticed the bike valet. Actually, it may be a tie.
I bet it’s illegal in California to set your orange balloon free.
Finally, there were a lot of guys who appeared to be doing a Michael McDonald impersonation. Perhaps it’s inevitable if you’re an older white man who still has thick hair and a beard.
We’re probably going to go again tomorrow. It’s not often there’s music and dancing in the streets around here.