Well, kids. I finally got my internet up and running again. I messed around with it and then just restored the session to a happier, magical, mythical time when my internet actually worked - like last Sunday. So, now it's up and running and I have oh, so much to post. Tonight I'll just do a quick review of the hippie music fest with tons and tons of photos - just to make up for all the pics I haven't been able to post lately.
If you've ever been to a music fest, this one wasn't too different. It had all those things you expect to find with hippies. You know, like people selling everything from shrooms, to smoothies, to ceramic pipes, to tie-dyes.
Here is my wedding date guy hula-hooping. We all got into it, so don't be surprised if you get a bunch more photos of us in the very near future.
My wedding date guy came up on Thursday night and so we got to spend lots of time together this weekend. I had my girls on Friday, which meant that I came out to the fest for a bit and drove back and forth into town, taking my girls where they needed to go and then finally just staying home and going to bed.
The Iowa City rugby team provided security for the event. My friend's husband is a member, and so when I came back on Saturday afternoon, she filled me in on the drama that I missed the night before. Apparently, some chuckle head decided it would be a great idea to mix E and PCP and then freaked-out at about 3 am (duh). He went around screaming that he was going to die and biting people, until someone alerted security, who were all off at 2 and may have been a little, tiny bit drunk. I guess they finally rallied their troops and took the dumb ass down and hopefully, he didn't have rabies.
Anyway, Saturday was more fun than anyone should be allowed to have. I didn't love every band, but there were a couple of really amazing performances. There was this band called Bumpus from Chicago who played super, funky 70's soul music and they were fucking awesome. They did a cover of Nine Inch Nails', Closer that would have knocked my socks off, had I been wearing any. If you like that kind of music, you should check them out. Cornmeal also played and I'm a girl who likes Bluegrass in any form, so they made me very happy too.
There were also tons of drum circles, as you would expect. Some of the guys in this picture were from Africa and they had all kinds of super cool instruments who's names I can't either remember and/or pronounce. Trust me, the sound was great.
I know you won't be surprised when I show you this photo of people all fucked up and lying on the ground, holding hands and looking at the stars. They were trying to get me and my friends to join them, but I don't think I had been doing enough of the right kind of drug to forget how itchy I would get from that beautiful, wonderful experience, man.
Finally, at the end of every night, there was a rave with a DJ and cool light show and a bunch of guys dancing around with fire. There was more spectacle than you could shake a fiery stick at.
Whew! I'm tired just relating it all to you. I promise, if my internet holds out, I will get into some of the other topics I threatened to talk about last week. Fair warning.