Never Have I Ever...
-Gone to Jazz Fest before... let alone go to Jazz Fest by myself.
And while the first part of my trip there was quite fun (Dirty Dozen Brass Band was AMAZING) the suckiness started when I headed over to the Acura stage to see Galatica before Dave Matthews Band.
Let me just say, there are people in the world. Some of these people are assholes. Some of these people are assholes who cursed me in a foreign language/voodoo/santaria/I'm not sure... for accidently stepping on their beautiful blanket. Now don't get me wrong, I was saying "excuse me" trying to get around the blanket when I got shoved and had to step on the blanket or fall onto the little child on said blanket. Big mistake- the child was probably expendable. The lady who owned the blanket got extremely upset and started yelling at me and her group starting shoving me and getting quite rude... so I high tailed it out of their, only to have one of them throw something like macaroni and cheese at my leg... WHAT THE FUCK? Who does that? So after this exciting adventure- and the fact I could get no where near Acura stage without somehow coming into contact with the demon, shoving family of doom- or possibly something worse than Macaroni and Cheese. so I decided to leave JazzFest.
So the moral of the story is- children are expendable.
And while the first part of my trip there was quite fun (Dirty Dozen Brass Band was AMAZING) the suckiness started when I headed over to the Acura stage to see Galatica before Dave Matthews Band.
Let me just say, there are people in the world. Some of these people are assholes. Some of these people are assholes who cursed me in a foreign language/voodoo/santaria/I'm not sure... for accidently stepping on their beautiful blanket. Now don't get me wrong, I was saying "excuse me" trying to get around the blanket when I got shoved and had to step on the blanket or fall onto the little child on said blanket. Big mistake- the child was probably expendable. The lady who owned the blanket got extremely upset and started yelling at me and her group starting shoving me and getting quite rude... so I high tailed it out of their, only to have one of them throw something like macaroni and cheese at my leg... WHAT THE FUCK? Who does that? So after this exciting adventure- and the fact I could get no where near Acura stage without somehow coming into contact with the demon, shoving family of doom- or possibly something worse than Macaroni and Cheese. so I decided to leave JazzFest.
So the moral of the story is- children are expendable.