The festival was interesting - it was designed to produce no waste. Everything had to be either recyclable or biodegradable. S went to buy some biodegradable plates and cups (for A and D's 5th birthday party, which is coming up). The people just wanted to tell her about how great the plates were - she just wanted to buy them. This seems to be a common problem in this sort of thing - I go to the Farmer's Market, and buy cheese. The woman at the cheese stall now recognizes me, and says "Oh, I don't need to tell you about the cheese, do I?" But I digress.
We bought some disgustingly coloured and flavored ice, so that the boys could be hyperactive. These came in biodegradable glasses - there's a photo below, but you can't really see them. The glasses looked and felt so like real plastic (hang on, real glasses, made of plastic, oh, you know what I mean) that I didn't believe they actually were biodegradable - I thought it was a con. I tried to bite the spoon, and managed to make a small mark, but that was all, so I wasn't sure about that either. However, there was someone standing by the bin to make sure that we put them in the compost - so then I was convinced.
They (naturally) didn't eat most of the colored ice, so I had to finish it (at $4 we weren't going to let it go to waste, and I was thirsty). A and D sat on police motorbikes - they were Santa Monica police motorbikes, not California Highway Patrol (as in CHiPs - who remembers Ponch and Jon). The boys didn't mind that though. (Incidentally, the California Highway Patrol is always called CHP).
Notice D's mouth is red, from the frozen ice thing.
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