This has always stuck with me. And I've found myself embracing this exact same sentiment more times than I can count. So I will openly admit that this same sentiment crossed my mind more than once during our 3-day, hiking, sunbathing (or sun-"scorching," depending on whom you ask), good-vibe, Brazilian Carnivale'-ish atmosphere that WAS our first Hangout Fest. And it was jam-packed with every conceivable persuasion of person: Guys dressed like Super Heroes, girls in bikinis with their bodies painted in every beautiful and imagineable color. . . Girls in tutus, girls in knee-length fur boots, girls in bikinis that appeared to have very personal-seeming, dancing relationships with their oversized hula-hoops. --("GET A ROOM, HIPPIE CHICK!!!")--
". . . It's not just a hoop, man. It's like. . . it's like an extension of ME, ya know?" (I DID NOT know. Not even remotely. What I did know, however, was that she was pretty obviously on mushrooms, and was probably going to feel pretty gross in about an hour or so. Just saying. Now it would appear that I have become the Festival Mom: Been there, done that, and now feel it's my duty to protect the younger generation from themselves. Also? That was an actual quote, ya'll.)
And it is ALL I can do to NOT place a smiley face at the end of that last sentence.
(. . . So I'll just do it here. =)
And, in any place OTHER than a music festival, you would probably be inclined to stare, glare, snicker, or disdain. Or, at the very least, believe that each and every one of these people were quite obviously QUITE mad. (And yes, they are. You kind of HAVE to be, in order to actually GO to a music festival.) But the music draws us, all these different brands of weirdos, and in the beat of the drums and the squeal of the guitar. . . we all find each other. And we all rediscover that we really AREN'T all that different after all.
But I've been chasing rabbits. This blog DOES have a point.
Somewhere. . .
Michael and I loaded the car and went down early that Wednesday morning. (We got to eat sausage biscuits in the car!!! I was THRILLED. Not sure why, but for my entire life, eating sausage biscuits in the car has always been the very personification of giddy joy and luxury. Not to oversell it, but it was awesome.)
We got there in time to have two full days on the beach!! ---just the two of us!! =) . . . So we parked our respective heinies in his and hers beach chairs and/or towels,
Anyhoo. . . the official festival didn't kick off until early Friday morning, but we managed to get tickets to a late-night Thursday show of Keller Williams doing his (experimental) 'electronica' show. And we got to see this show INSIDE the actual Hangout! It's a restaurant/bar/venue, and has the MOST enormous ceiling fan that I have EVER seen, turning overhead. And we needed it! I was hot as hell, people were crammed ass-to-elbows, but, as is the way with most festival-goers, nobody got out of sorts, wanted to start a fight, or got miffed when his girlfriend's butt bumped into someone else. (We festival people are a fairly mellow bunch.) But wait. . . did I mention? WE got to see Keller Williams INSIDE the Hangout!!! HE was awesome, IT was awesome, and Matisyahu even joined him onstage for a few songs!! Here's some video that Michael took from the show:
Me. Around 2 a.m., after the Keller and Matisyahu show. Exhausted, ears-ringing, but SO VERY HAPPY =)