Just when I think I've been to all the major festivals; Burning Man in the Nevada Desert. Big Day Out in Australia. Full Moon Party in Thailand. Then one day I come across this... "The Andrew Garlic Festival".
Picture small town Alberta Ukrainian country with a big sausage as the center of town attention, not the most flattering of town symbols. Good story thou.
Then picture an even smaller town next to it, you know those towns with big ducks as the center of attention.
Now imagine asking three friends if they "Want to get garlic wasted?"
All of them saying "I'm in" & then asking what the hell it means to get garlic wasted???
Now get your ass on the road by 8:13am to be exactly three minutes late to "The Amazing Garlic Race" you've entered in. Run around this little town competing in various challenges form no hands blindfolded garlic jello eating to making garlic butter from cream with the local Hutterite colony.
Dance on stage, makes friends with the locals and get complexly wasted with a local gremlin then with the locals at the only pub / liquor store / hotel with 6 rooms your staying at. And this my friends is why my friends say yes when I ask if they want to get garlic wasted and don't need anymore details.
Just say yes to a good time...