Another weekend comes to a close, and again I sit on my sofa in Sunday recovery mode preparing and reflecting on my place in this big ol’ universe. I spent time seeing friends, imbibing, laughing, and listening to good music. The crown jewel of my weekend was an almost 3 mile hike through a James River trail (the most exercise I think I have ever done on a weekend) with our final destination being the Richmond Folk Festival. Good beers were flowing, and I had a great time. I danced with my boyfriend and ran into some friends I had not seen in years.
I managed to backslide and hit the drive thru at Wendy’s for an oh so tasty classic single and a cola, the best hangover cure IMO. It is tradition that I allow the cobwebs to grown in my kitchen on the weekend, because everyone needs a break. Let’s be frank, I am doing the world a service by not cooking on the weekend. No one would want to come over for a full hot meal on Saturday evening when there are cocktails and small plates to be had. Note to self: plan a dinner party, but that will be for another post.
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Rolling hillsides, starry nights, live music, and free love rained down upon me at Floyd Fest 13 this past weekend. We (myself and the bf) embarked on this 4 day journey Thursday morning and did not return until Sunday. The first night was absolutely astounding with Lauryn Hill performing to a completely crowded outdoor stage. Also, earlier that day I checked out local RVA band Mighty Joshua and the Zion #5 who killed it on the Pink Floyd Biergarden Stage. From the food vendors, to the patrons of the festival everything was an experience I hope that I remember for a lifetime. Ages ranged from toddler to elderly, all coming together to celebrate music and good energy in one place.
Now as far as wig maintenance I was certain that my wig was going to be fried by the time I left. Not only did we get a pour down the first day, there was rain in some form or another on the following two days. Had I not been in such a joyous mood this would have upset me, but I just went back to the tenet on each of these night and quite literally, tossed my hair in the corner and vowed not to let it ruin my night of stargazing. I must admit that I did braid it up after the first day, because I had a suspicion that the Futura blend hair was going to turn into a disgusting mess.
I can say with the utmost confidence that I will be returning to that event again next year and hopefully with a netter account of the music. I was just so swept in to the vibe that my phone was the farthest thing from my mind. Perhaps that was the best part of the experience, I wasn’t preoccupied with trying to document my fun that I ended up having way more than could have anticipated.
Tried to dress for the occasion. Pretty sure I gave full throttle festival realness.
Have you ever just had a day where you feel completely and utterly…..irritable. Well I am having a whole week of that I think. I am preparing to go out of town to FLOYD FEST and I am always extremely apprehensive before I hit the road. I also am skipping my cycle this week since we will be living tent life for this festival and I really have not the energy to deal with tampons in the woods. On top of that I am getting more and more nervous about my job security. The owner of my company has decided he wants to put it up for sale, which does not mean that I will automatically lose my job but it puts me in this weird insecure limbo. It is hard to bail water on a sinking ship when the captain is getting away in a life boat. Not to mention every job that is out there now is some sort of sales job and I am more than over the B2B (business to business) sales world. Well, now that it is off my chest and out in the open hopefully I can push forward with out feeling like a cranky little maniac.
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