Well, the Music Festival was interesting.
I think there were maybe 10 women there my age or older. Either that or they look really young here in Rochester! I saw plenty of “mature” men….seemingly out on the prowl Friday night. Lots with bald heads and earrings. Some with tattoos looking (or wanting to look) like badasses.
Mostly it was a twenty-something crowd with a fair percentage of 30-ish people. The dress-code of choice for the youngest women seemed to be “Street-walker” and for the youngest of the men it was cargo pants or what I thought looked like swim trunks…I could be wrong about that. The rest of the women seemed to prefer skirts or sundresses so I blended in nicely in my cotton skirt and Tee.
As we walked to the festival, about a mile and a half from the house we thought it strange there were so few people headed that way. That is until we got really close. Then we realized were just late to the party! Holy Moley!
Remember, it was 97 degrees that evening and I had already walked a mile and a half when we arrived. The beer tents were selling crap beer for $5 a cup but it seems to be mandatory to be seen holding one so we all got our cup of Rolling Rock. Within 10 minutes it was piss warm and undrinkable.
D. and Becca and I went down to Salinger’s Pub for a better drink and cute, perky Becca sweet-talked the bartender into making us some real drinks…cheap! (She’s a good flirt.) So we did get a little buzz on. The music was good if a liitle hard to hear since they put the bands too close together. I thought I might have heatstroke at one point but somehow managed to have a great time with everyone.
I liked the rest of the weekend better. Hot nights. Hot damn! <she smiles>