It’s that time of year again, weirdos, with the only festival where a twerking zombie and a hippie caveman are social norms. This is a race we can get behind, because no one cares who wins and the focus is on drinking. Bands and businesses are littered throughout the three or so miles of costumed zaniness. Stop for a slice of pizza and a shot of vodka, puke it up around mile two, and then go for some Amy's Ice Creams. Be the fun. Sat., June 28, 2-10pm (2014). $20-75.