This year the tulips went by without me even pausing to glance at the massive fields of red, orange, yellow, pink, and purple. I’ve seen them before, I see them almost every year. I’m not sad I missed the flowers, I’m sad I missed greasy curly fries and shaved ice. Those two things are the only, and I stress only, good things about the Tulip Festival. Beyond that it’s a bunch of traffic and flowers that smell foul. I don’t get it, they’re flowers – what’s so exciting about that?