| Brock ( @ 2003-09-22 01:13:00 |
Arcadia
Jesus christ, what a weekend.
I can't tell you how glad I am that I decided to brave the storm and go to Arcadia for the weekend. I met so many cool people, had so much fun. Slept in the Prelude for 3 nights ("Welcome to the Hotel Honda Prelude / Such a lovely place / Such a tiny space").
If nothing else, it was a weekend of firsts - the furthest I've ever been south (aside from a VA trip when I was an infant, which obviously doesn't count), the longest trip I've ever taken in a car (my family doesn't travel much), my first bluegrass fest, the first time I've slept in a car more than one night at a time, the first time I thought of taking up fiddle, and the first time I've been in a hurricane.
The quick version:
Left Rochester around 9 on Thursday with Jess and Chris. Only hit the hurricane for about 15 minutes - lots of wind and some rain besides that, but not nearly as bad as I expected. Got there around 4am Friday, drove around the town for an hour before we managed to find the place. It was muddy as hell. A few Grillbillies were around, but by this time it was 5:30 in the morning and they were all in bed, so we all slept in the car.
Friday was cool, except I dropped a contact. Anyone who wears soft contacts can tell you that dropping one into the mud and grass is death, so I was blind all weekend. Watched some of the show, partied all night (kinda). I got pretty tired by 3 or 4 and went to bed. I fared better on Saturday, probably because I managed to get more sleep the second night.
I was going to do a play-by-play, but there's just too much to relate. It was a blast. Chris told me about it, but I really didn't know what to expect. It was definitely way cooler than I thought it would be. I'm hoping I'll be able to go along in the spring when the festival season starts. I don't think I'd be able to do this every weekend - Chris was right when he said our parties here can't compare - but I hope I can make a few.
My camera battery died sometime Saturday night, but I managed to get almost 100 pictures, which will be online soon (once I name them). I'm exhausted and sick - 3 packs of smokes in 2 days is just a bad idea. Lucky for me, I don't have class till 2 tomorrow.
Edit:
Since I'm sure I'll be remembering more and more stuff as the day goes on, I'm going to just add them on the end here instead of making new entries.
On Thursday before we left, I bought an RIT blanket because I don't have a sleeping bag or anything. They have these full-size blankets that are made out of a heavy sweatshirt material, so they're obnoxiously soft and comfy. I was going to buy one anyway, since I needed a new blanket, so it just worked out that I got one for the weekend. And now, coupled with my t-shirt material sheets, it's just plain orgasmic. It's not as warm as a regular comforter though, but I've got a fleece I can toss on top of it.
On the way home, I saw about a half-dozen people on big hogs with their hair blowing in the wind - the helmet law repeal went into effect a couple weeks ago in PA.
Jesus christ, what a weekend.
I can't tell you how glad I am that I decided to brave the storm and go to Arcadia for the weekend. I met so many cool people, had so much fun. Slept in the Prelude for 3 nights ("Welcome to the Hotel Honda Prelude / Such a lovely place / Such a tiny space").
If nothing else, it was a weekend of firsts - the furthest I've ever been south (aside from a VA trip when I was an infant, which obviously doesn't count), the longest trip I've ever taken in a car (my family doesn't travel much), my first bluegrass fest, the first time I've slept in a car more than one night at a time, the first time I thought of taking up fiddle, and the first time I've been in a hurricane.
The quick version:
Left Rochester around 9 on Thursday with Jess and Chris. Only hit the hurricane for about 15 minutes - lots of wind and some rain besides that, but not nearly as bad as I expected. Got there around 4am Friday, drove around the town for an hour before we managed to find the place. It was muddy as hell. A few Grillbillies were around, but by this time it was 5:30 in the morning and they were all in bed, so we all slept in the car.
Friday was cool, except I dropped a contact. Anyone who wears soft contacts can tell you that dropping one into the mud and grass is death, so I was blind all weekend. Watched some of the show, partied all night (kinda). I got pretty tired by 3 or 4 and went to bed. I fared better on Saturday, probably because I managed to get more sleep the second night.
I was going to do a play-by-play, but there's just too much to relate. It was a blast. Chris told me about it, but I really didn't know what to expect. It was definitely way cooler than I thought it would be. I'm hoping I'll be able to go along in the spring when the festival season starts. I don't think I'd be able to do this every weekend - Chris was right when he said our parties here can't compare - but I hope I can make a few.
My camera battery died sometime Saturday night, but I managed to get almost 100 pictures, which will be online soon (once I name them). I'm exhausted and sick - 3 packs of smokes in 2 days is just a bad idea. Lucky for me, I don't have class till 2 tomorrow.
Edit:
Since I'm sure I'll be remembering more and more stuff as the day goes on, I'm going to just add them on the end here instead of making new entries.
On Thursday before we left, I bought an RIT blanket because I don't have a sleeping bag or anything. They have these full-size blankets that are made out of a heavy sweatshirt material, so they're obnoxiously soft and comfy. I was going to buy one anyway, since I needed a new blanket, so it just worked out that I got one for the weekend. And now, coupled with my t-shirt material sheets, it's just plain orgasmic. It's not as warm as a regular comforter though, but I've got a fleece I can toss on top of it.
On the way home, I saw about a half-dozen people on big hogs with their hair blowing in the wind - the helmet law repeal went into effect a couple weeks ago in PA.