Well.
It used to be the Night Market before Dr. Zaius ConcernedAboutBugFixesApe squashed my Coffee addiction to a mere cup a night. It's a Night Market. How'm I supposed to stay awake now while the Mermaid's singing? I routinely wake up on the floor afterwards with Junimos rooting through my pockets for Turnips to harvest. No, I do not smell like a root vegetable! And I spot Willy slinking away with a Pearl muttering about crab cakes or something...
Ms. Turquiose and I were super BFFs but now that budding yearly romance is but a fleeting glance and java slurp, and I'm off to some Under The Sea fishing adventure where singing crustaceans are replaced by Octopus and Midnight Squid which upon closer inspection are just painted Seaweed. Great. I can make a Maki Roll for the Chef's Bundle but what I really need is a Poppy. Better luck next summer, Ms. No-Planning.
I suppose I'll have to vote for the Egg Festival as I can buy Strawberry seeds there to ply Maru with and who could possibly miss being bested 11 years in a row by Abigail in the Egg Hunt? At least there's only 1 event there where Abby kicks my butt, unlike the shamefest known as the Stardew Valley Fair. Every year she refers to me as the '62 Mets.
Joke's on her though, as I step on her toes in the Flower Dance with my Combat Boots which I somehow forgot to change out of after my Mining trip. Uh, at 9am. I'm starting to suspect that's the source of her motivation.