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my recap of this years kerrville folk festival:
our suplies: enough clothes for 3 people for 9 days (even though we all know we wont change each day), 1 didjerado, 1 tent (for back up sleeping), one canopy/garage/wind tunnel thingy (our primary sleeping area), and sandwich stuff.
more info: me, sean, and virgil are all poor, so we cant afford to buy tickets for this thing, so we work. when you work you take a 4(ish) hour shift and get a ticket for the day, 8 drinks (soda, tea, or beer), and acces to curesville (an alternative medicine place to get herbs, ointment, massages, and acupuncture). i am on smoothies, sean is in the kitchen, and virgil is on parking.
these are the highlights of the festival:
we got there on the 9th day of kerr (saturday) and nothing happened.
on day 10, we went to the river and me and virgil got sun burned badly. that night i realised how much of an ass my krew cheif was. but i did catch most of mainstage. plus i listened to music at misinclined for a few hours before hitting the hay.
day 11 was a monday, and i figured that i had week days off (because the smoothie booth is only opened weekends), so i took it easy. i foundout that greg was comming up for a day or 2, so we finished camp (got our big tent up) and waited for greg. he got here, and we all had a good time. i spent the day in pain nursing my burns (my upperback, neck, and shin and calf areas).
on day 12 i found out that i was not off during the week, but that my krew cheif didnt tell me what i was to be doing durring the week, so i got changed to maintanence we dug a few holes so a plumber could repare a pipe or two. it was hard, but fun. that night i go to bed, and see that gregs cot is still there, so i figure he is staying another night, and is hanging out with sean and virgil for the night. so i go to bed and look over to see the aproaching storm and figure it will be a rough night.
i wake up to find the big tent (it has no bottem, and i was inside of it) flying over my head. i run after it yelling for help. it hits some car then stops, hungup on it. then someguy comes over, i ask him if he has a knife, he does, so i have him cut the bungies connnecting the canvas to the frame. he does, and we carrie the canapy back to camp (about a hundred yards) and weigh it down with an ice chest, and a few boxes of water. as soon as we weigh down the tarp the guy leavs to take care of his camp, and the 35mph winds are now accompanied by a downpour.
i run into threadgill (a small theater we are camped behind) with a wool blanket wrapped around me for cover from the rain, only to find a storm party going on. in a corner backstage there is a piano with 2 people on it, a guy with a base gutar, and some girl with a contraption made of a washrack and a tamburine. i walk around for a few mins examaining the situation when i run into emelie and give each other huge hugs. she asks me how im doing and i want to say "im fucked" but instead i say into her ear "im fine". she goes off to give someone else a hug, so i hang out in the corner by the music, and try to figure out what just hapened with the tent.
a few mins later, emelie come back and asks if everything is ok. i say yes, she sais "ok" in that way that means "i know your lieing, but ill accept it." i walk about to warm up and see some guy shivering in a corner with no shirt on, so i give him my blaket and tell him to keep it. i walk over to some friends i met at the festival who are sitting in a circle, and start to talk for a few mins. then one of them passes around a thing (it looked like a cross between a pipe and a bong) and i took my first hit of weed that night. either that was week pot, or it is highly overated (i am leaning towards the latter).
after 2 rounds sean, virgil, and greg came back to check the damage (those ass-holes had greg take them all the way to sanantonio and back). and greg went home (he was planning on it anyway), and virgil went with him (the pussy), but sean stayed.
that night i crashed at some strangers camp, and sean slept in his truck.
day 13:
we fixed camp by taking the legs off the frame of the canopy, and making it half as high (we couldnt walk in it, but we could sleep in it). i asked my new krew cheif when we go in, and he said dont worry about it until i was done fixing camp. me and sean went into town to wash all the cloths, and to call up virgil to convence him to come back up. we did and sean picked him up that night.
on day 14 i helped to clean out the maintanence barn, and found some really cool books. the most memorale was "the guide to self sufencency" in it was a plan for a 5 acre farm that would feed 6 people and still bring in a little bit of money. i also met kelly and melony (kelly is a guy) who i hungout with for the rest of the festival.
there are still 4 more days of exitement ahead, but all this typing is a pain in the ass, so ill be back soon to tell you the rest of the story.
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