Went to the Iris Festival last weekend. What a great event taking place throughout the center of the city. There was something for everyone--activities for kids; DJs and bands for the hipsters; acrobats and stilt-walkers for, well, you know who you are. The end of the last night concluded with a big concert by everyone's favorite band, Bacon Creek Caravan! Yes, in the flesh--Bacon Creek Caravan was there!
Ha! Nouvelle Vague really headlined the last night, but yes, there was a band with the aforementioned HORRIBLE name opening for them. With a name like "Bacon Creek Caravan," one would expect some sort of roots or Americana-influenced music perhaps. But they really just sounded like a watered-down Razorlight. As if Razorlight isn't watered-down enough. Oh well, much hearty guffawing entailed thanks to their awful, awful name.
DJ party with a backdrop of beautiful buildings.
This was my favorite stilt-walker. She had a carousel around her waist.
Look! Those are wooden porta-potties! WOODEN! So classy.
Some members of one of the performance troupes.
Another stilt-walker.
They love to dress up their statues here.
The zebra beckoned you to another DJ.
DJ party with a backdrop of beautiful buildings.
This was my favorite stilt-walker. She had a carousel around her waist. 
Look! Those are wooden porta-potties! WOODEN! So classy.
Some members of one of the performance troupes.
Another stilt-walker.
They love to dress up their statues here.
The zebra beckoned you to another DJ.
