Here is why....

Here is the follow up to my previous post......

(Why I was not looking forward to this weekend)

Every year (for the past 33 years) there is this music festival that goes on in a town near me. It is like a mini-woodstock (if you can call 2,700 tickets printed mini?) and it really is just not my thing. I have been going for 8 years. It was fun the first 3 or 4 times, but the older I get the more I dread it. Why do I go you ask? Because my husband likes to go. (I do have a whole bunch of friends that go) He really loves it and he really wanted to go. I only went because of him. I actually asked him if I could skip it and he go by himself, but he looked really disappointed and said "I would really like you to go with me." So I went.

It is held on this private farm and it is 3 days (Friday, Saturday, and Sunday) of bands and camping. It is always so hot and sweaty and dirty and crazy.....it really is a mini-woodstock...if you want to see a modern day hippy I will show you one. There are some crazy people there.

The farm that it is on is actually some really good friends of ours. (the property has two house and my husband use to live in one) (the big house this husband and wife ((owners)) lived in and the little house their only son was able to move into when he was 18 and that is my husband's friends and my hubby was his roommate for a few years. Well the husband and wife ended up divorcing because the husband got a young girlfriend and the son (who now has a wife of his own and 3 kids) moved to the big house and the dad (after living in said girlfriends trailer for awhile) ended up moving him and his girlfriend into the little house. (the ex-wife ended up remarrying and moving away)

Well anyways...like I said...3 days of music, camping, and lots of drinking. Also (I said it was like a mini woodstock) so if you catch my drift of what else is there floating around. Just lots of crazy people.

My husband wanted to camp both nights and I wanted to camp zero nights so we compromised and camped one night. The second night (as a part of the compromise) I was the DD so that we could go home and sleep in our beds. On Saturday they have a horseshoe tournament and my husband likes to do that (that is the main reason he is so excited to go...he really likes to play horseshoes) I went home while he was playing in the tournament to shower, relax in the a/c and take care of the dog....also it rained while I has at home so when I went back out it was a muddy mess.

Here are some of the crazy things that happened:

-full fledged mud wrestling after the rain
-naked women (why is it always the women that get naked?) walking around-I saw 3 of them.
-fights
-this one kid who was on drugs hoping from car to car in the parking lot and when the security came to get him that kids friends started fighting the security.


There were cops staked all over the near by roads (again this is private property so cops can't come on unless called) and about a mile away as I was driving home Saturday night was a tow truck idealing with its parking lights on just waiting to impound cars.

I just don't like this weekend and prefer to stay home.....I only go because of the love of my husband. He likes to play horseshoes and drink beer with his friends. I always stick to him like glue because I don't like some of the stuff that goes on around....I don't want to see it.