The best festival I'd ever been to was during June '04. For 11 years I lived in Garrettsville, Ohio, a small town located in the northeast part of the state, halfway between Youngstown and Cleveland, about 45 minutes from the Pennsylvania border. That year, the town held a weekend-long festival celebrating its 200th anniversary. It was great -- everyone was out. There were all sorts of parades and attractions -- typical festival stuff. We also had a group of people who re-enacted the Civil War. They travel all over the country doing this. It was pretty cool. They set up tents in one of the village parks, depicting what it was like being a soldier during the Civil War. You could purchase reproductions of clothing and other items from that time. On Saturday night, there was a cotillion dance right in the middle of Main Street, where you were encouraged to wear an outfit from a certain era. I bought a reproduction of a gorgeous Civil War-era dress with a huge hoop skirt and actually ended up winning first place for best-dressed female. Actually, I think I probably ticked off a couple of other women because you could tell that they handmade their costumes and some of their accessories, such as jewelry and number of hoops, were a litttle more researched and truer to the period than mine was, although my dress was beautiful. That whole weekend was a blast.