That's Not Just Friendship, That's Romance too.

Day Two in the week.
Had my third annual Rifflandia big woop this weekend. Four days of head bobbing and casual knee bending to the tune of all Kinds of music.
Favourite experience being the one in which a bunch of drunk guys by the name of Hollerado repeatedly sprayed the crowd in confetti and streamers and cursed their mayor (they still killed it)
Second of that same day in which about ten people hyped on "redbull" thrashed around on stage to the tune of something like: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r3e7O-6xgNk
At which point the lead singer climbed up the scaffolding of the stage and whipped his sweaty face at the crowd. Cute.
And the one single man who danced his shoes into the mud for Every song, regardless of how mellow.
And the nine year old girl full body feeling Felix Cartal.
And leaping down the pews to get a view of Giant Sand but managing to completely desecrate my knee. Thanks, God.
And glancing sideways to see a man sitting on a blanket in the middle of the crowd, reading Dracula.
And Kevin Drew, who refused to leave but kept picking out notes on his keyboard.
But yes. Good stuff, the whole weekend.

But the present, unfortunately smells like tuberculosis and the Inuits and a headache that is not necessarily matching the anxiety that I am not really feeling.
But maybe I have a better appreciating of indie boys and the clouds that will part to let in sunshine.