I spent the weekend at a music festival out of town with my former bandmate and the husband of one of my best friends. It was really great not to think about school for two days.

Immersion in the cacophany of five bands playing simultaneously at all times, we sat in the shade or cruised the vendor booths selling homemade brooms and tye-dyed underwear.  Prosletyzers of various stripes marched by proclaiming things like “Jesus saves” and “Marijuana is good for you”.

I am not making any of this up, and certainly not the part about tye-dyed underwear. I seriously considered bringing some home for Z, but thrift got the better of me, and I settled instead on a soap dish soldered together from old kitchen utensils.

Goddess bless music festivals, and it’s good to be home.