I was excited to see that my town was throwing a winter festival. I excitedly read all of the features in the town newspaper. (It is kind of like the Star’s Hollow Gazette. The big story this week was that someone found a deflated weather balloon. There was a picture & everything. I can only imagine what they would have printed had no one found a weather balloon.)
The winter festival was going to include contained bomb fires & apple cider. Contained bon fires are as far as I can make out, flaming trash cans. Something about the winter festival made me feel like I was playing homeless. I decided not to go. I usually support all of the town festivals, but what they never mention during the Gilmore Girls Winter Carnivals is that it’s cold outside in winter. Really cold. If they would’ve had a doggy swami I would’ve been there.