Baby G went to his/her first music festival this weekend--first and probably last. Definately last while he/she is in my tummy.
I mean, it was fun and probably would have been more fun had I not been ridiculously paranoid the whole time.
I knew that there would be some characters there, but wow, I have never seen some of the things I saw. I cannot even explain. I felt like we were the only people there not on some sort of drug (I'm sure that is not true though). And I'm not naive.
I expected it to be like that to a degree, but I never imagined how it actually was.
Lets just say, I held my belly with one hand and the other hand was placed in front of me ready to push anyone who came close.
The lazy river at our condo was a great break from the chaos.
Highlights of the weekend were:
my morning jacket
Too bad it was WAY too crowded to even hear The Black Keys (tear, tear).
I actually prayed during the Flaming Lips that our child will be a huge goody-goody and never desire to do the things I saw. All I could think about were all of the people's parents. How sad is that?