Folks,
While Whiskey plots his next late night phone call from the backwoods of Maryland, I thought I’d give you a much needed update. Yes I didn’t post about my third and fourth days at SCRA because I’ve written far too many introspective, depressing, overly emo posts and even I am sick of them! Instead, I wanted to break down a little event here in Columbus which is apparently officially titled Community Festival, but since we’re all about creativity here in this fair city, we shorten it to ComFest! I’ve done little to no research on this subject so I’ll make very factual statements about this festival based on what I’ve observed the few times I’ve gone and/or overheard while walking around:
- Be careful if you turn around suddenly because you may inexplicably go to second base with a complete stranger and then somehow end up in an oddly engaging conversation with this topless woman about the detailed art on her chest.
- The standards used to choose which bands play here are nowhere near as high as approximately 65% of the audience who are swaying to said bands.
- Even at this festival, it is still possible to dress outside of the normalized dress code and to be judged accordingly.
- Someone can literally be stabbed to death in the middle of the park and no one knows it happened.
- Apparently people are still amused by the prospect of telling the token prayer booth that they’re atheist and debating furiously about how the spiritual booth attendants will react. Meanwhile, I wonder how these people were spared from being stabbed too.
- There is a new dance craze about to strike the nation and it is miming. Molly and I agree these moves are well within our skill set.
- There is a certain energy buzzing in the air unique to this festival…oh wait that’s just all the pot.
- This is quite the showcase for many up and coming tobacco pipe artists.
Needless to say I had a blast people watching and I’m honestly exhausted from whipping my neck around like a goldfish surrounded by a myriad of shiny things trying to take as many mental pictures since I left my camera at home. This was also meant as a “bonding experience” for the aforementioned Molly and I and I hate to be vague but there are some exciting potential developments coming to the blog but after a fun filled evening and a subdued diner brunch, I second Neal’s sentiment that, “Mollys rad as fuuuuuuuuuck”. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to revel in this lingering chill mood I seemed to pick up at ComFest and do some deep thinking…woah.
-Wine
