connect the dots

friday night at the folk fest, pippa, liv and i missed t.o.f.u. we were most disheartened. we were busy having the best grilled chesse san and our choice of soup at burgoo - and i mean best ever. not that it was worth it, because truly those boys are beauty in so many ways and how magnificent they must have been on the mainstage. but, happily, i caught them the next day with geoff berner and fruit, though pip and liv will have to wait until next time.

tardy arrival aside, elephant ear in hand, we sat on the fancy blanket and listened to buck 65 kick ass and feist slowly warm the audience to a simmer. before her performance, she backed away from us on the yellow plywood path and advised "just connect the dots, be where you heart tells you to be". these sage and vague words became the weekend's response to, and reason for, almost everything, as we found it most amusing.

saturday started early. i stepped out under the grey with blanket over one arm, coffee mug in hand, and big bag of sunscreen, raincoat, change of shoes and shirt over the other arm to discover my van alske had been stolen. again. i am going to leave a note on my window - if you need a ride, just tap on the window, i'd be happy to take you. why bother busting the lock and cutting the steering wheel? we could both save time... sigh... alske has since been found, without my sunglasses and favourite beach blanket. at least this time they did not take my handicap parking thing. people. honestly.

once the report was filed, i put away thoughts of theft and looked ahead to the sun smothered weekend of the festival. which was delicious. and the saturday and sunday parties both were highly enjoyable. mike mcgee is my new favourite person, and jess hill only gets more lovely and likeable as time goes on. sometimes i feel like an imposter - they are so talented, they are so busy, and i'm reminded that i need to practice guitar more. jess' mom drove us home, circuitous down broadway and through downtown before heading east, swinging through wendy's for salty fries which were quickly devoured in the backseat. jess drunk, me drunk, mike between us, i was dropped off at home for 3 hours of sleep before heading to work. i was in rough shape, but with a happy post fest glow.

it's wednesday now and i think i'm just starting to catch up on sleep. how quickly it's lost, how slowy it's recovered...