Thursday, July 1, 2010

I was here, now I'm back...

It just isn't summer until I've swayed in a dusty field in the fading light, holding tight to my plastic cup and watching the glowstick showers. For me, it's more about the journey than the destination. The long drive through silvery oat fields, the camaraderie of backseat friends, the simple and vital provision of beer and pasta salad in our cooler: these things make it worth it for me. If I don't quite know the words, if I can't quite share Patrick's euphoria at a Mike's Song --> Simple --> I Am the Walrus jam, well, that's okay. After the chilly walk back to the car, there's still plenty of pasta salad for the ride home.


katherine mary said...

ohhh...lovely!! was thinking of you and was there in spirit with my little phish baby!!

Becky said...

Oh you two hippies you! ;)

Glad you had fun. Not much better than outdoor music venues!

Kristina Strain said...

I know, I know! Seeing music indoors just isn't as fun.

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