another weekend, another set of fests, it’s crazy man, CRRRRAzy
saturday was hampdenfest. the bigger, richer, yet less hip and certainly less cool at parties, sister to honfest. we went, i drank, the capt boogied to the local indie rock, and we left. it was plesant. it been a long time since i saw live music that interested me. the bands were all in all, well alright. not sure who they were, oh sure i could find out, but i mean, yeah i’m not gonna.
there was a time in my life where i saw bands every weekend, usually both nights. somewhere along the way i just, well got bored, the money the smoke the ‘scene’ the the the….i’m sorta antsy to see shit again. the capt seems to love the rock. he head bangs, and while i’d liek to say it’s genetic, i think he has seen me doing the head bob whilst driving (shh don’t tell natty but sometimes when driving, we listen to non lullaby music) anywhoo, the kids was rocking out, ala baby appeal. we were supposed to head to natty’s father’s house, so we left the fest, but then didn’t go, and i made a steak and overcooked it and read some of shogun and went to bed. exciting huh.
sunday we partook in our annual trip to the md rennfest, well we missed it last year b/c of the capt’s arrival and general fussyness. but we were all over that shit this year. thusly we packed up, headed down towards the polis of anna. we arrived in good spirits and lovely weather. found a parking spot and headed toward teh fest. ok i’ll cut it short, it was the exact same as every other year. though this time it was more fun as the capt experinced it. i also had a ephiany that i no longer feel sad, sorry or jealous of the peopel that dress up for this shit. i think it’s cool actually. not sure i’d do it but, hell have at it people. we had heard from jono and melanie at the hampdenfest that there is a new, err perfomer? guy? freakshow? at the rennfest that was all jack sparrow’d out, and low and behold we found him, and he was very nice to the capt, our capt, and such. it was sorta weird, i mean he had the whole schtick down, the keith richards thing and shit, i noticed he had coke in his mug, maybe rum and coke but i bet just coke. well anyway, he was fun and shit, though i wonder what he does during the week, if he spent his whole life looking for an in with the chicks adn shit, then the movies came out and while he looks liek the jack sparrow, but not the johnny depp (ask natty she has strong opinions on this one) he found his gig, i dunno, whatever, it was amusing.
with out much delay, we headed to the main food area and procured a boat load of fried goods, oddly enough none of it on a stick. i chowed down on fried mushrooms and sweet potato fries and a chicken gyro. then, to my dismay, i felt sorta sick. i didnt’ tell natty, for fear of never living it down, but i actually felt as if i had too much fried shit. i guess i’m getting old. i even passed on a couple beer opportuinities. i know, it’s shocking.
so while i have some sense of new found respect for the people that pony up to by the costumes and sorta become part of the show–i’ve realized that i’m down on the other people, the ones in teh middle so to speak, that seem to try to meld the rennfest into to their freakshow lives. ok i’m talking about goth kids. i dunno seems lame. there was this group of 17-19 year old metal/goth head losers running around, all the ‘boys’ were wearing rubber masks with nazi style helmets, and their 2 chicks were all gothed out, hobblin around on super high heels. i dunno for some reason they annoyed me.
on the other end fo the spectrum was this sad sad soul sort of scurring around the festival by himself. he was pasty to the 9th degrees, i dare say pastier than the jefke himself. he had stringy black hair that was cut like it was 1983 and a fair amount of the acne going on. he was clutching a canvas book bag and sort of skulking around. I guess we got on the same track around the place b/c i saw him everywhere. he was obviously there alone, and well it was just sorta sad. at one point i saw him clutching a star wars novel of some sort. then, as i was waiting for natty and the capt. to come down the potato sack slide, he came down before them, it’s bascially a ride for 9 year olds, or people with 3 year olds (the capt seems a little freaked by the experience). this kid is either gonna be the next big serial killer or garrison keeler. i’m not sure which.
so then the sun was setting and the captain sorta fussing, so we left. on the way out we saw some sort of wooden sword fighting exhibition at one of the wooden sword shops. seems the 2 doods in garb were “sparring” and it appeared they were gettign a little too in to it. i almost wanted to stay and see what came of it. but we had to get going. eh, i guess that’s not a very exciting ending.
till next year!