Portland Rose Festival
Starting last weekend was the beginning of the Portland Rose Festival. A 10 day event resembling a State Fair except for even more freaky people. It must have been bring your retard to work day because it appeared most of the Carny’s were short a chromosome or two, if you know what I mean. I brought the trusty Nikon D80 to document the carnage. Here are a few pics.
One of the themes of the festival related to Pirates. There were people dressed all in their finest Pirate apparel. How Pirates relate to roses I don’t get but it is Portland.
The Red Coat didn’t get the memo about harassing the local gentry. You’re supposed to screw with the Pirates instead of stealing chairs from the paying customers.
Since it was quite warm, the family and I ducked into the big top for some lunch and relief from the sun. What we encountered was a band of high school drama queens who haven’t quite grown up yet. They were led by this guy.
Here are two of his cohorts.
Here’s another one of the members. It takes large stones to get up in front of a crowd wearing that get up.
You’re starting to get the picture now, aren’t you? Well one of their stunts had to do with dueling flaming pogo sticks. Everytime they bounced up and down flames shot from a flamethrower attached at the knees. These people have waaaay too much time on their hands. I’d love to have been a fly on the wall when they decide this.
I’ll leave you with one last photo, this one the my wife and little one riding some insane spinning ride. You tell me, who’s scared here?
