Sometimes at Ives Park you saw an old dude who performed some kind of slow Tai Chi dance on the outdoor stage there to get attention. The town tries to give the park some class once in a while with Shakespeare in the Park and festivals. After a downtown parade, the Apple Blossom Festival happens in the park each year in celebration of the importance of the apple to Sebastopol's history. Ironically, very few apple products are produced there anymore, but they celebrate their lost industry despite that. The festival can attract outsiders to boost their economy, which brings up the contradictory, anti-progressive nature of the town; people there want the town to stay small and quaint, yet they want to bring in visitors to help their financial woes. Very wacky place. They call themselves Sebastopudlians. Jonathan Swift stuff, man. Despite all the shit I said about Sebastopol, it is an interesting place to stroll around in. It has some funky shops and the local sculptor has his funny junk art everywhere. The people on the street are mostly friendly. The music store is a cool place to try out all kinds of cool instruments.
Rock star: So, what they call the losers here?
Rock star: Get the fuck out! Sebastopol is messed up!
a.k.a seb town, where everyone hangs out at safeway.
wanna get stoned?
naw, lets go eat at safeway.
city in California where hippies
smoke pot and hang out downtown all day and protest or get stoned.
The happiest place on Earth.
God, i'm so glad I live in Sebastopol.
The only place that everyone comes home to see a parade down the main street or a fireworks show on the 3rd.
Hey, are you guys going to the Apple Blossom Parade in Sebastopol? Where should we drink first?
a hippie town where everyone is stoned
and yet parent say 'what a nice place for my kid to grow up' and a place where evryone goes to see the analy
play and the parade. A place that used to be all apple trees and is now just mostly all apple trees. a place where everyone hangs out at safeway and everyone give hugz :)
a place i call home
Sebastopol califonia is friggin aesome but a little boring.
A foo foo gift shop with streets where the stoned rich hippies clash with the older rednecks. A place where crystal shops and pot clubs outnumber hardware stores. A place that is so psychotically pro-kid and anti-conservative that they will call CPS if you frown at your kid and will hurt or maim or beat you up in the name of anti-violence and anti-war. A proudly nuke-free green zone with the only green party majority of any sized city in America and the one city in America most likely to defect to communist Russia or China. A small town that actually thinks that the rest of the US cares about their stance on anything political. A place where rich liberal white people who dress like unbathed Rastafarians or East Indian hemp bedecked Pachuli scented hippis parade around in spiritual judgement of other white people even though they have never lived in a non-white neighborhood or been immersed in a Haitian or Asian Ghetto. A place where the average resident drives a Prius while living in a 4000 square foot vacation home with a $3000/month utility bill because of their pot plant green houses.
Lets go to SEBASTOPOL man because EVERYONE pays attention to what happens in SEBASTOPOL (toke toke)
The place the hippy fundementals went to die.
Lets go to Sebastopol.