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.
Share with a friend
3 comments:
ohhh...lovely!! was thinking of you and was there in spirit with my little phish baby!!
Oh you two hippies you! ;)
Glad you had fun. Not much better than outdoor music venues!
I know, I know! Seeing music indoors just isn't as fun.
Post a Comment
Thank you, so much, for taking the time to chime in here. Your comments make my day. Let's do our best to keep the snarkiness at bay and be a happy, friendly place in the interwebs.