Wow - Peachfest! It deserves its own post! Seriously, the good, the bad, and the ugly, we've seen it all today. I have split my side laughing over the inappropriateness of it all, and now I need to write about it.
Sooo, we head down to the park this morning, just before lunch time. For the first time in years we skipped the Kiddies Day parade - we have won a prize (either First Place or Second Place) every single year for the past 9 years, so we have decided to make like Seinfeld, and go out while we're on top. Hence, no Kiddies Day Parade Entry for us this year. That's ok.
We get to the Park after Charlotte Diamond has performed (she's a bit young for our kids now) and with plenty of time to spare before the HANNAH MONTANA TRIBUTE ARTIST that was listed in the brochure! Imagine the excitement! Hannah Montana, live, at our Peach Festival! Ok, so not the actual real one, but when a program lists someone as a tribute artist, you think you're in for something really special! Boy oh boy, we arrived with plenty of time to score some good seats! Top billing, so you can imagine that we thought we were going to be wowed!
Imagine our disappointment then, when the act comes on. Two little girls, maybe about 8 or 9 years old, doing nothing more than bad karaoke while their stage mothers BEAMED and took pictures from the sidelines! Honestly, it was embarrassing. The crowd was up and leaving in droves. I mean, they didn't even sing a Hannah Montana song to get things rolling. I think they did some covers from Beauty and the Beast and Aladdin. Both good Disney movies, but they were made in the early 90's, approximately 15 years before most of the crowd was even born. It was horrid. They actually sang "The Good Ship Lollipop" while their moms threw candy into the crowd. I think that was all that saved them from being mobbed by the mosh pit of 8 year olds who were still waiting for the real Hannah Montana impersonator to show up.
So ends Hannah Montana. Guess I'll have to shell out the $200 bucks and take the girls to the real thing the next time she's in the area.
Anyway, onward. Next up were some filler acts. All good, just what you'd expect from the 60-some annual Peach Festival! Next up, what the crowd has been waiting for: William James: Hypnotist!!!
Now, keep in mind, I'm not William James' biggest fan, so I may be a bit skewed here. Its just that I've been taking the kids to Peach Fest for a lot of years, and every single year, without fail, we see one of William James' shows. And, without fail, every single year his show does not change one iota. Same old bad jokes. Same acts. Same pain. But hey, it's Kiddies Day, so I'm thinking it will be a good, age appropriate act. Oh, so painfully wrong Terri. Sigh, so painfully wrong.
Start with the volunteers he takes from the crowd. All pretty, all boobs. Like I said above, "Oh, I thought it was Kiddies Day, not Titties Day." Honestly, he all but bribed a few ladies from the Gabby's Girls (well endowed line dancers) acts to take a seat on his stage. Unfortunately for him, the hypnosis did not take on either of the girls who volunteered, and he was unable to put any spells on them. The most tasteless joke he made, while putting one of the ladies under his spell, was "Ha ha ha, that's how I got a cheap divorce!" And then he laughs his asthmatic laugh.
But I digress, I guess the part of the hypnosis show that bothered me the most on KIDDIES DAY, while the audience is jammed packed full of young children, is when he made four of the males on stage pretend they were pregnant, and then made them pretend their water had just broken, and then made them pretend they were giving birth!!!!! I mean up on chairs, legs in the air, spread, and pretending to push! Then the hypnotist pretends to pull babies out of them, and thrusts them into their arms, and tells them the baby is hungry, and they should start breastfeeding! At this point, with all the children in the crowd, I was ready to crawl under my collapsible lawn chair. It was kind of horrifying.
So, William James ends, and I try to pretend for the kids that it was the best show ever, and watching a teenage boy pretend to have a baby is maybe one of the funniest things I have ever seen in my life. Did I mention I was watching this all with my dad beside me. Oh, that just made it sooo much funnier.
Next up was Gabby's Girls, who were really good line dancers. Complete with Daisy Duke cutoffs and chaps with fringe. Sex sells.
Next: The Blues Brothers, who I have seen before and LOVE! They are a great act. Really funny and they actually sound like the Blues Brothers. It was great, we were really enjoying their performance, and we were also enjoying the possibly intoxicated lady who was dancing solo on the dancing area in front of them. She was giving it all she had. Imagine Elaine Benice from Seinfeld. Doing the Flick, the Sprinkler, the Typewriter, the Cow Milk. Just awesome entertainment. Also, its August 10th in Penticton, and granted, the temperature is lower than normal, but she was wearing a wool toque and a scarf. Hmm.
Enter Kid Rock/Axl Rose and his girlfriend Mel B (from the Spice Girls) Now, of course it wasn't really them, but you need to have a visual. Here's some pictures for those of you who don't have it yet.


So Axl/Kid and Mel B come in and get comfy just in front of us, lying on the grass together, and enjoying the music of the Blues Brothers, while they enjoy each other, if you know what I'm saying. Also, they brought their dog with them. While you may be imagining that it was a pit bull, it was in actuality a Jack Russel Terrier, who yipped and barked and snapped at anyone who dared to look at it sideways or simply walk by it. And each time it behaved in this way, Axl/Kid took a minute to lift his mouth from Mel B's cleavage to yank it by it's chain and then smack it really hard across its head. This happened often. Often.
I did my best to ignore it all, I really did. Even though it was inappropriate, even though people were actually getting up and leaving the spots around them, and forcefully turning their kids heads away, I tried to ignore it. Even though little old men appeared to be suffering from cardiac arrests, I tried to not let it bother me. After all, it was KIDDIES DAY! Why should two people having dry sex in the park dead center in front of the stage bug me? However, it bugged me. So I gave them some dirty looks.
Well folks, that's when it all went bad. Mel B happened to lift her face up from Axl/Kid's chest for a minute (did I mention he was wearing some lovely cutoffs and a button down tank top that was undone?) and saw one of my looks. That's when she lost it. She screamed at me:
"You better fucking stop shooting me those daggers!"
To which I could not help but reply:
"Get a room."
Well, that's when it went bad.
Axl/Kid jumped up and stalked over to us, and proceeded to start freaking out on Barry. I'm not sure of the actual words, but the F word was used a lot, as well as some other choice curses. He was waving his hands in Barry's face and demanding Barry get up and fight with him. Barry was telling him to sit down and be respectful of those around him. (Bear has more patience than I, but we're both firm pacifists, and it would be a pretty cold day in hell before either one of us got physical)
In any event, it got to the point where this guy knocked Barry's hat off of his head, at which point I turned to the person next to me and asked for their cell phone so I could call 9-1-1. I was kind of worried that Mr. Psychopath was going to punch Barry in his perfect teeth.
When Mel B realized I was calling the cops, she stopped wagging her finger in my face (picture this: Barry and I are still sitting on our lawn chairs amidst about a thousand people while these two freaks are all over us and the poor dog is going crazy at this point too) and she starts pulling on her boyfriend's arm and saying
"Let's go Baby! F this guy! F it!" (but she didn't say F!!)
At which point, the guy, Axl/Kid says to her:
"I don't F'ing care! I'm going back to prison Baby!"
Seriously, at the time it was kind of scary, but in hindsight Barry and I laughed our asses off. For the rest of our days "I'm going back to prison Baby" will be a favorite saying in our family!
Anyway, at this point some other men in the crowd got up and started to physically remove this crazy man from the area while I called 9-1-1. His devoted girlfriend followed him, but the whole time she was making that sign to me, like when you put your fingers into a "V" and then you point to your eyes and then someone else's eyes.... know what I mean? That part really did make me laugh. Kind of like this guy - remember him?
The whole irony of this thing, is that this took place over a few minutes, and the entire time the Blues Brothers continued to play! Would that not have been hilarious for a brawl to start while the Blues Brothers were playing?
Ahh, my story for the summer. And the best part of it was that the kids were off at the Bouncy Castle while this whole thing happened so they didn't see any of it, though we did relive the highlights for them later at home over a snack (I'm going back to prison Baby!)
We watched a bit of the next act, The Beatles, and then we went home. A number of people thanked us for speaking up.... which made me kind of think why the hell didn't someone else say something? Getting threatened by maniacs isn't exactly my Sunday cup of tea, but oh well. Hey, there hasn't been a Peach Festival Riot since 1991... and we almost started another.
Tomorrow the kids start Art Camp at the Art Gallery, and I think I found us a new car to buy so I have to call them.
I'm also pretty sure I made a mistake on our passport applications (damn!) so I have to call them too! Not a huge one, but with my luck they'll send back the applications, and I need those stupid passports so we can get to the states to buy our car.
And oh, oh, oh! Bear and I are going with Paul and Tammi to Vegas in September! The first time we've ever been away without the kids. We'll be celebrating our 13th wedding anniversary. Time flies when you're having fun.
I'm going back to prison Baby!!!
Terri