 Author: Calliope
Date: 06-25-04 11:51
(I'd love to participate, but no prizes please *smiles*)
I love music festivals. Outdoor camping, bands under the stars, dancing outside on grass in the sunshine and in the moonlight, good food, good friends... it's my favorite summer activity!
The first music festival I went to was over Memorial Day weekend, on a friend's land. Scotty has been doing music fests for years, but this year was the first year that he was able to use his own land – a beautiful piece of property at the top of a hill in southern Upstate NY. You can see rolling hills, farmlands, and miles of blue sky from there.
But damn was it cold! LOL Even with the sun peeking out from behind fluffy clouds, it was still in the low 60's on Friday and Saturday. And it had rained and thunderstormed the entire two weeks beforehand. We were all praying for good weather.
However, I think the threat of rain was too much for some people. I arrived expecting to meet up with a large group of friends, and instead found only one that I knew, a camouflage kilt and tie dye t-shirt wearing, long haired hippie named Wow.
Wow is a great friend; he's always ready to dance to Groove bands, he's funny as hell, and he knows a lot of people. In fact, he found two other women that he knew at the Fest and introduced me to Carrie and La.
It turns out that Carrie and La live very close to me, and I was thrilled to meet them. Carrie looked like Liv Tyler in sunglasses, and La was just herself – one of those strong personalities that is so unique that they just stand out. We were having a great time hanging out, eating, drinking beer and the homemade margaritas that I brought, and just having a lot of fun.
So on Saturday, we left our campsite to go check out the first band, and we were stunned to see how few people were actually there. Last year at the same festival of Scotty's, there were a few thousand people at the ski resort where it was held. This year, we only saw a couple hundred, and none of them were up watching the band.
The four of us, (Wow, Carrie, La and myself) were the only ones watching the band, which was an excellent groove rock band, so we made sure to dance our asses off. The band even mentioned how thankful they were that we came out, and we made sure to go up and meet them and say how thankful we were that they played.
A couple hours later, the next band that played had a few more in the crowd. I counted eight people watching, including us four. The band after that had twelve festival goers. Each time, my friends and I danced and grooved, and the bands always mentioned us.
In between each band, we'd go back to the campsite to get some food, beer and margaritas. We'd start laughing about the band names, like The Grapes, and how we seemed to be one of their only fans because no one else came down to watch or dance.
Wow said, "Heeeeey, if we're fans of The Grapes, does that make us raisins??"
Everyone laughed, and I piped up, "Us girls are raisinettes!!" We all got a good chuckle and went down to see the next band.
On Sunday, a lot of camps packed up and there were even fewer people there. We once again decided we would see every band to show our support. One of the first bands was our friends, who's band is named Groove Nut.
Afterwards, back at the camp, Wow said, "Heeeeey, if we were raisins last night..."
"And raisinettes!!"
"...does that make us Nuts today??"
"Well, you know we're nuts..."
"Raisins and nuts?"
"Raisins... nuts... hey, we're Trail Mix!!"
Everyone broke out into gales of laughter. "Yes!!! We're Trail Mix!"
"We have staying power! Lots of energy!"
"Yeah, and those lame-os who left are just Snack Mix!"
"That's it!!! Because Snack Mix is just good for parties, then everyone goes home."
"Yeah, but Trail Mix keeps going!"
"What does that make the real assholes, then?"
"Hmmmm... what about..."
"That would make them... beef jerky!"
Everyone died laughing. "Beef jerky!! That's perfect!"
"And the real dickheads are Turkey Jerky!"
Hense, Trail Mix was born.
We wanted to become a secret society, but we keep telling everyone, so it really isn't secret. LOL Soon, we will have a quiz so that you can find out if you're Trail Mix potential, or just Snack Mix, (or god forbid, Beef Jerky or Turkey Jerky).
Even though there was hardly anyone at this festival, it was like a private party and I don't think I've dance so much at any one fest. I got a horrible case of sunburn, and have never had a better time.
So, being separated from Pan wasn't quite so bad. Because I found out that I'm Trail Mix. *smiles*
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