This is What Happens Under the Strawberry Moon

For a while now I’ve been hearing about Under the Strawberry Moon, a festival in Glastonbury that is basically a “Taste of Glastonbury” with a fancier name. But as per usual, I’d forgotten about it until I drove through downtown Glastonbury and saw the tents going up. My boyfriend, The Farmer, was planning on  heading out to his farm later that day so I started looking for people to accompany me. No-takers. My mom seemed incapable of understanding what it was. She thought it was a Strawberry Festival, but it wasn’t.

Food tents galore.

Food tents galore.

Luckily, The Farmer is one of those guys who actually likes to do things, so he decided to hang around a little while longer so we could head to the festival. Oh, and in case you were wondering, according to The Farmer’s Almanac, “The month of June’s full Moon’s name is the Full Strawberry Moon. June’s Full Strawberry Moon got its name because the Algonquin tribes knew it as a signal to gather ripening fruit.”

Apparently this was the ninth annual event for Glastonbury, but I’d never really heard of it–or been to it–before. I didn’t know what to expect, but it was clear from the people parked in every parking lot, and walking all over town that it was the place to be on that particular Saturday night. And, ya know what? It was pretty awesome.

Many of the best restaurants in town had tents set up along Main Street, including ones that The Farmer and I had been meaning to go to but never make it. He’s a vegetarian so we started with the Veggie Burger sliders from The Spicy Green Bean. You got two of them and a bag of chips for $8. We each ate one and they were delicious! But then we moved on to see what else the place held for us. That meant 1) running into someone from high school that I haven’t seen in probably 5 years 2) figuring out how to get booze.

Once we had our drink tickets in hand we made our way over to the booze tent. This was a pretty genius set-up because it kept both lines to a minimum (unlike the lines for J. Gilbert’s or 2Hopewell). Then The Farmer decided her wanted to head back for more sliders (vegetarian options were limited, and he really liked those sliders) so I headed over to get fish tacos from 2Hopewell. At first I was hesitant because the line had been epic, but it was dying down, and the tacos looked delish. And they were. So we sat on the ground and happily ate our food.

Then it was time for dessert, so we headed to the Patty Cakes tent. The Farmer loves a good Reese’s anything, so we got an ENORMOUS Reese’s cupcake. But before we ate it we headed back to the booze tent. The Farmer is on a wine kick lately and unfortunately the tent was out of wine, which caused a near riot. We were informed that someone was out getting more wine, so we sat nearby on a curb, ate our cupcake and waited for the wine delivery to show up. When the cases finally did appear there was a  throng of wine-starved people clamoring for the stuff.

Dancing queens.

Dancing queens.

Once we had our refreshed drinks in hand, we headed to the intersection of Main Street and Hebron Avenue where there was a DJ and a big ol’ group of dancing queens. As The Farmer said, “I haven’t seen this many people in the street since I was in Boston and the Patriots won the Super Bowl.” So we started to wonder if these seemingly peaceful people were going to tip over any cars and set them on fire. That didn’t happen, but I gotta say, you haven’t lived until you have watched a bunch of suburbanites get down to Rob Bass in the middle of a major intersection.

When the DJ started playing Neil Diamond I got the idea that they wanted us to leave…or at least for the whole thing to start winding down. Not one to want to sit in traffic, I suggested it was a good time to head out. But we left satisfied, and full.