Oh So Messy
ok i know if it had been john mayer, i would have found saturday
night more enfuriating than amusing. however, since it wasnt and since i
was sober, and am realtively capable of going with the flow, the events
of the dave matthews extravaganza were all too humorous.
maybe we should have known by the long line down the side of the
highway at our exit or by the rediculously deep mud trenches that
plagued the entire parking lot, but no one could forsee the misfortune
and calamity that would befall our group of ten before the night was
over.
when i say trenches i am exaggerating by no stretch of the
imagination. the parking lot attendants actaully told us, avoid the
tread marks and under no circumstances whatever we do, dont break, or
we'd get stuck. thats trama one. amazingly we made it to a spot without
significant struggle and slid our way toward the edge of the lot near
fellow tailgaters and urinators that lined the fence to the left. At
this point everyone was a little stunned but amuzed none the less.
tailgating went alright we had a few laughs, a few beers, eventually got
the coals in the grill going and chowed down some burgers and hot dogs.
Nelly and i meandered our way over to the girl selling us a ticket and
meandered back to the group. Finally we gathered together and made our
way to the entrance of the ampetheater. The fun was just beginning.
We litterally slid our way down a mud hill to our place on the lawn
or more appropriately our place in the muddy hay. And from there the
hostility grew. The wait for dave to start was just too much and it
seemed the group's nerves were dangling on edge waiting to erupt,
between ignorant spectators that surrounded us, alcohol induced
bickering and whining, jealous lovers, and hiding amidst the crowd to
pee (by the way that last one is true only of one of the group and it
wasnt me).
The hill to the beer and restrooms was like a maze of doom, everystep
was a slid back down and a chance to crush toes or cause an avalanch. I
had never been so scared with my feet on the ground. The way down no
better with other music lovers cursing your mere existance and
attempting to start brawls just for crossing their path.
finally, we decide to leave. and what song does dave start strumming
as soon as we start our ascent up the pile of dung, gray street (my
favorite). It was ok we sang as our train of nine clasped hands and
tugged eachother to safety. and when we finally made to the top and so
close to leaving the maddness, the remaining memeber of the 10 is not in
his designated spot. after hestiating making a move and scoping the
area, we made a command decision that he must be at the car. God
willing, we'd find him there in one piece before we had to trudge back
to alpine valley in futile effort to get back in and find him. but
slumped in the drivers seat, there he was, asleep.
finally we were all together, stuffed in the car trying to rid the
memory of the events of the night, the confusion, the disappointment,
through the sweet slumber of the ride home. Except abbie remained with
me, guiding me as best she could waking nelly when she had to, to stay
on course. we made it back through the mud and slow but sure we made it
back to fox lake, away from the maddness, away from the mess. back to
the comfort of a warm home we had a few more laughs a few more drinks,
with the drunk fog lifting, filled in those with the events and details
of the night, and were able to find a simple joy in the experience.
maybe if it had been john mayer, i would have found saturday night
more enfuriating than amusing. however, it wasn't and i had a blast!
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