I'll never be a hippie

I am back from a three-day music festival called "Mountain Jam" that was held at Hunter Mountain in the Catskills, NY. After spending the weekend surrounded by pot smoking hippies, I have to say that I'm doing pretty damn well for myself in comparison to others out there who are my age.

Music festivals are something that my significant other loves. He loves to take photos of the musicians. He even got a photo pass. Great!
For me, I don't think they will ever become something that I love. They'll fit more into the category of "kinda fun" at least for the first few hours. However, I can easily see them spiraling into "get me hell outta here and don' t touch me for 2 weeks!!" kind of experience. Seven hours of music a day is a lot to take, especially when you've never heard of more than half of the the bands.

We shared house on a mountain with several other music fans who liked to "party" - nuf said about that.

Highlights: Dumpstaphunk and Sharon Jones. Watching the fire dancers. Going to a beautiful wedding in between music sets with a slammin' band from Brooklyn.

Lowlights:
Being hit with a megaphone by a girl who looked like she'd just crawled out from a cave. She kept repeating:
"I'm so sorry, Mama!" "I'm so sorry, Mama!"
Okay, I get it, you're sorry. But why the hell are you calling me Mama? I went from being mildly in pain, to being extremely uncomfortable and in pain.

Being told that my ethnicity was not valid (half-Catholic and half-Jewish) and being ridiculed for the remainder of the trip about it.

Funny things:
A 19 year old boy (who looked kind of like "Bonehead" from Beach Blanket Bingo), handed me back my program after looking at it, saying "Thank you, Woman."

Overhearing this while watching fire dancers (who totally rocked!!!) "If you asked me to describe "love" right now, it would be: "a hot chick juggling fire."