I haven’t been to one in decades, and never one so elaborate. They had big electronic displays and at one point they were playing what we all swore was a calliope’d version of Prodigy’s “Smack My Bitch Up,” but the attempt to stay hip with the kids just made the whole thing more charming. Also, goats riding on ponies.
Thanks for hooking us up with the tickets, Mr. Clark!
More monsters on Monday.