The Candler Park Sweetwater 420 Festival

The Candler Park Sweetwater 420 Festival was this weekend. You may remember this from last year.

Since the park is like a minute away from the Nunnery, L threatened me with a frying pan and insisted that we attend.

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Remember how you always wanted to go to Circus Camp when you were a kid, but your parents wouldn't let you because they said Circus Camp is really just a bunch of creepy middle-aged men who spend all day trying to persuade children of the joys of making phallus-balloons?


Well, they were right.

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For some reason there was a Nepalese woman who was weaving her way out of indentured servitude, one weft at a time.

She was crying and mumbling (in Nepalese) about how the Festival organizers kidnapped her from her village and brought her to Bedlam in a cage, feeding her only grass and twigs until such time as she successfully weaves them a cloak worthy of the sons of King Friday.

All hail King Friday!

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There was a young woman who played nervously with her hair as she tried to pick up a pirate.

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The Candler Park Sweetwater 420 Festival wouldn't be the Candler Park Sweetwater 420 Festival without live music. Or probably it would be, but quieter.

One of the bands (seen here behind the hippies) were called Mystery Trip, and they only played Beatle songs.


Among other things, they played Octopus's garden and Everybody's got something to hide except me and my monkey, which I've never heard played by any band who weren't already the Beatles.

And Please mr. postman was a real crowd pleaser. And by "crowd" I mean "me".

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In a shameless effort to line the bottomless pockets of the wicked Festival organizers, there was a child adoption boutique prison concession booth, which can be seen in the photograph below.

The woman in the picture is evidently trying to choose one that isn't already broken.


She has her work cut out for her...


Good luck lady!

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And there was a funny-hat competition, where hopeful contestants flaunted their bonnets for the underwhelmed and ever-judgmental masses.

If a hat was particularly offensive the crowd would throw cheeseburgers and tangerines at the wearer.

Last place:


Runner up:

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A second band took the stage after Mystery Trip finished their set. These boring professionals set their sights on emulating the life-sucking musical stylings of bands of the caliber of, say, Hootie and the Blowfish. Plus reggae.

A very professional, polished presentation. When they played, I heard the music business, not music. We left.


... but not before staring in a flatfooted daze at the Yummy Wagon:


Mmm, the Yummy Wagon...