The only festival I’ve ever been to was in Minnesota, The Tree Frog Festival. I went there with my lover at the time and his best friend Aurora; who kicked started the 6 hour road trip by tap dancing in heals on the hood of my car, and puking in my backseat three hours in. This was two years ago, and I had had a bug up my ass for quite sometime. I had become a boring old man, at the age of 20. I remember the feeling of getting on the road, and the anticipation of feeling alive. When we got there, we were greeted by a guy who had more hair on his nipple than the wax strip used in a bikini waxing of an alpha gorilla. He pointed our car into a parking lot made of fields, and I swear to God I fell in love with music the first night. My boyfriend laughed when I cried during an epic guitar solo. Granted I was 7 beers deep and a tad bit emotional. Do you know what it’s like to be good for four years, with only the occasional fall down a flight of bar stairs, and the infrequent strange beds I woke up in? So basically it had been a while since I had that much to drink. Something about that trip, the music, the revitalization awoke me again. It’s as if the music reached into my ass and pulled out the corn cob in it. It was pretty sweet.
So basically I’d totally love to blog for this, because it’s been two years since I’ve done something like this. Also, I was a journalist for the Campus Ledger, Johnson County Community College’s student newspaper in Overland Park Kansas. For a long time I was embarased to take pride in my journalism career at a community college, but I learned a lot. I’m also an avid blogger at www.rollerbladingdowngravelroads.blogspot.com