Hey dere Waccadoodlediddlies!
I'm thinking of going to the full Festival weekend after next. I've only been once before, even though I've heard about it for years and know many people that regularly attend. My first time I made the mistake of driving up and back on both Friday and Sunday. Slapping myself awake on West Side Road at one a.m. on Monday is something I wish to never repeat.
One part of why I haven't gone more often was a lack of money and time. This year those are not obstacles.
I have the next two weeks off! Whoohoo!!! (It's not a layoff, yet, it's contracted time off, our "summer break" as correctional educators.)
The other obstacle has been that the prospect of camping alone in a crowded field of strangers, tight family units, tight units of extended friends and family, etc. hasn't presented much appeal.
But I'm now ready to take those risks.
So... When do people start setting up in the choice spots? Where are the choice spots? What if you're a solo dude with your own gear? How does that work? Are there any people reading this who are planning an encampment that would welcome a relative stranger? You catch my drift?
I'm an experienced camper, of all styles, who hasn't done nearly enough in recent decades. I carry my own weight, and more, but I prefer to travel light. I am sometimes considered an entertaining conversationalist, and also know when to just shut up and stare at the flames in appreciative reveree. I can listen well, as well.
I don't play an instrument, any more. I have a passable singing voice. I can cook delicious meals and when I wash something, it is CLEAN!
My basic needs are:
Shade. This is paramount, I do not do well in direct sunlight. That's a cross I bear as a "Super Juero".
Water. Soil. Just kidding, I'm not a plant although I do sometimes engage in plant-like behavior, aka vegging.
Quiet after 11:00 p.m., or midnight, or 1:00 a.m. or....? Used to be a night owl, my work schedule prevents that. If I'm sleeping in after sunrise then shade becomes even more paramount.
Avoiding having to breath second hand tobacco smoke. Cigars are the worst. Wood smoke and "other" kinds are less objectionable, but I try to avoid inhaling them, at least when it's involuntary. Fresh air really is my preferred inhalant!
Uh, I guess that's most of it.
As anybody who reads my interventions on this board knows, I can hold my own in a good debate, but generally only choose to engage if I think it matters, and it might lead somewhere productive. I gave up arguing for arguments' sake some thirty years ago. Been there, done that, it's not interesting.
I tend to keep it respectful, although lively. But if you espouse some claim that I think is the embodiment of human evil; say, that certain classes, races or ethnicities are inherently flawed due to the very nature of their genetic or cultural makeup, then you can expect me to tell you in no uncertain terms how totally fucked up and odious such beliefs are. And I won't be trying to be polite about it. Well, I'll try at first, but if someone keeps insisting on such nonsense, then the rhetorical gloves are off and it's go time!
Now that I've probably made you want to stay one hundred yards away from me.... Anybody want to take the risk of hanging out?
My plan is to spend my time at the concerts most of the time, and try to get at least six hours of sleep a night. As for the rest, my agenda is open.
Your thoughts? Suggestions?
"Mad" Miles
P.S. I dance with great enthusiasm and skill. I know this, not because I'm conceited (even if I sound it here), but because that's what people have been telling me since the late seventies.
Solo dancing.
Couple dancing, not so much. I can partner, but I've not learned the proper steps to: Salsa, Meringue, Tango, Swing, Cajun Two-Step.
I Waltz, do the High School Slow Shuffle, fake a two-step and the rest.
Still haven't found my storied beautiful and talented partner to practice with so we can go out and smoke the competition!
That fantasy hasn't been a priority in my life, so far...
I don't know why I mention this in this post, since camping and concert going are two separate activities at KWMMF.
I guess I just feel like tooting my own horn on the subject of dancing.