given that tom was sweating his ass off getting this festival put together,
tim and i really wanted to come see what it was all about.
it's kind of like my fascination with burning man.
i think i want to go out in the desert with a thousand artists for a week and run around in costume doing drugs and generally acting like an insane person. . . but then i remember the dirt.
but we drove to golden gate park,
on a particularly foggy saturday, and parked seven blocks away.
that was an omen.
we did park behind this cute car. which i took for a good sign:
then we ventured in.
outsidelands is HUGE. enormous.
and if you're into the kind of outdoor three day venue
with six stages and multiple music acts ranging from . . .
tom petty to jack johnson,
then this was for you.
did i mention there were a TON of people milling around?
this was just the entry.
from above the main lawn,
in a dust cloud,
i began to hyper-ventilate a little bit.
cute hat, right?
and the height of fashion?
let's say the first sign that the devil is winning
played a large component of people's wardrobes.
what is the first sign the devil is winning?
i would almost swear this was my cousin, eric,
if it weren't for the fact that it was frigid cold, damp, dusty
(i know, dusty AND damp.)
and i was acting too fussy to really take in the details.
tim kept trying to point out the nature:
large, pretty . . . tree of some sort.
(i've stopped trying to identify nature on this blog since i recently called some large purple flowering thing on our back porch a "hydrangea" and got slapped for it by another blogger. stupid plants.)
good for you.
but it's not going to distract me from all the stoners twirling in place like religious zealots.