oh right, that thing where i leave
in case me talking about it non-stop didn't take, it is time for my yearly music festival pilgrimage; we leave at five in the morning so of course I am up past one. (well, actually that's sort of my plan. I'll be so exhausted that I'll stumble into the car and sleep half the drive, hooray!) just burned my first cd and stuffed it into ridiculously DIY packaging, but it's mine and I am really sort of absurdly proud of it. (now if only it were a novel. in the being finished respect, I mean.) I have packed probably too much clothing and my fabulous (by which I mean delightfully silly) new rounded Sherlock Holmes sunglasses and my parasol and am very excited about being in the sun (what is this cold snap nonsense?).
parasol is so excited to be used at last. I sort of bought it for Stanfest in Canso, Nova Scotia when we holidayed in Cape Breton last summer, labouring under the delusion that I always get sunburnt at festivals, of course even ones far up north. as you may remember, it rained torrentially almost every single day and the festival grounds were a sea of mud. fortunately the music was so entirely amazing -- Po' Girl, omg you guys -- that I have vastly good memories. anyway, I was stubborn and enjoyed myself and danced in the mud and wore high-heeled gothy boots and six layers of clothing and still managed to look awesome. seriously, though, I should have left the parasol alone and bought wellies. alternately: the website should have warned us.
(there's nothing quite like standing in a crowd of weather-battered people, though, singing the same Stan Rogers song because you all know the words. that kind of communal musical experience gives me shivers.)
anyway.
oh, hey, also? tonight: ADVENTURE HAPPENED. which is to say, a police officer pulled me and Dad over in our own driveway, because student-driver me had been all swervy, and he realllllly wanted to ticket me*. he was not very nice, all, "can I see the registration for this vehicle?" and "is this valid?" upon being handed Dad's license, and not letting Dad get out of the car when he was interrogating me about being possibly drunk. sorry to disappoint you, officer, but no, the blue-haired teenage driver was not a bit drunk. and I totally passed my first breathalyser test! yay! it was very exciting. (not before he asked me three times if I was sure I hadn't had anything to drink: I was acting a little different. to which I just barely managed not to retort, you have no idea how I usually act!) cops: I like them so much better on television.
* I keep imagining that in Angelus' voice, in "Becoming, Part II" when he's got Giles bound to a chair and is kind of hoping Giles isn't going to talk, because "I really want to torture you." Also, "The last time I did this, they didn't even have chainsaws." D:
annnnyway again. bedtime, then it's on the road! to music! (I keep forgetting Great Big Sea is on the lineup somehow! BEST. LIVE BAND. EVER. also Scythian and the Belleville Outfit and the Duhks and the Greencards; I am crazy excited.) also sunshine and leaves on the trees. HOW NOVEL. and perhaps I will even be musiciany and someone will notice and possibly buy one CD? that would be lovely. also, perhaps I will magically get a wireless signal so that I can download Doctor Who and watch it in the car on the way home on Sunday? PLEASE? man, festivals, I love you, but keeping a girl from her Eleven-and-Amy hour is not what is done in polite society.
parasol is so excited to be used at last. I sort of bought it for Stanfest in Canso, Nova Scotia when we holidayed in Cape Breton last summer, labouring under the delusion that I always get sunburnt at festivals, of course even ones far up north. as you may remember, it rained torrentially almost every single day and the festival grounds were a sea of mud. fortunately the music was so entirely amazing -- Po' Girl, omg you guys -- that I have vastly good memories. anyway, I was stubborn and enjoyed myself and danced in the mud and wore high-heeled gothy boots and six layers of clothing and still managed to look awesome. seriously, though, I should have left the parasol alone and bought wellies. alternately: the website should have warned us.
(there's nothing quite like standing in a crowd of weather-battered people, though, singing the same Stan Rogers song because you all know the words. that kind of communal musical experience gives me shivers.)
anyway.
oh, hey, also? tonight: ADVENTURE HAPPENED. which is to say, a police officer pulled me and Dad over in our own driveway, because student-driver me had been all swervy, and he realllllly wanted to ticket me*. he was not very nice, all, "can I see the registration for this vehicle?" and "is this valid?" upon being handed Dad's license, and not letting Dad get out of the car when he was interrogating me about being possibly drunk. sorry to disappoint you, officer, but no, the blue-haired teenage driver was not a bit drunk. and I totally passed my first breathalyser test! yay! it was very exciting. (not before he asked me three times if I was sure I hadn't had anything to drink: I was acting a little different. to which I just barely managed not to retort, you have no idea how I usually act!) cops: I like them so much better on television.
* I keep imagining that in Angelus' voice, in "Becoming, Part II" when he's got Giles bound to a chair and is kind of hoping Giles isn't going to talk, because "I really want to torture you." Also, "The last time I did this, they didn't even have chainsaws." D:
annnnyway again. bedtime, then it's on the road! to music! (I keep forgetting Great Big Sea is on the lineup somehow! BEST. LIVE BAND. EVER. also Scythian and the Belleville Outfit and the Duhks and the Greencards; I am crazy excited.) also sunshine and leaves on the trees. HOW NOVEL. and perhaps I will even be musiciany and someone will notice and possibly buy one CD? that would be lovely. also, perhaps I will magically get a wireless signal so that I can download Doctor Who and watch it in the car on the way home on Sunday? PLEASE? man, festivals, I love you, but keeping a girl from her Eleven-and-Amy hour is not what is done in polite society.