I have everything I need for the next week, now. I just have to finish packing it.
At the concert last night, the girls ahead of me in line were amusing. We had to stand waiting for the concert lawn to open at 5, and security was checking bags and giving loop-ties that they'd been checked. These two girls, given the little tags and told to put them on the cooler and bag, put them around their wrists. I figured they were just being weird, but no, they were embarrassed when they saw that everyone else had the tags on the bags and protested the guy should have told them. (He did. Trust me, he did. Apparently, they were not listening.) These things taped, so they had a fun time getting them off their wrists and onto the bag and cooler, but they did.
Actually, the guy who handed us the tags was much less officious than the girl who came by later. They would have done better with the girl, who checked every bag (the guy checked their cooler but only asked questions about the other, and he didn't have me open anything) and also tagged them herself. Much more efficiently than I'd made of getting the stupid tags on my stuff, for that matter.
The girls in front of me ended up near me during the concert, also - slightly ahead and to the right, along with their friends who arrived later. One of them, I must point out, wore a pastel lime green top and mid-orange (not bright, not pastel) pants. Successfully. Which was very disturbing.
The fields are beautiful. I'm tempted to go out and photograph them but I'll wait until tomorrow, when I head out anyway. The hay is out, the hay is tall and golden, the hay is cut and piled, the hay is in bales. (I feel sort of bad for a few of the last - it was baled and outdoors when the rains hit late Thursday night. I hope it did not get deeply wet.)
At the concert last night, the girls ahead of me in line were amusing. We had to stand waiting for the concert lawn to open at 5, and security was checking bags and giving loop-ties that they'd been checked. These two girls, given the little tags and told to put them on the cooler and bag, put them around their wrists. I figured they were just being weird, but no, they were embarrassed when they saw that everyone else had the tags on the bags and protested the guy should have told them. (He did. Trust me, he did. Apparently, they were not listening.) These things taped, so they had a fun time getting them off their wrists and onto the bag and cooler, but they did.
Actually, the guy who handed us the tags was much less officious than the girl who came by later. They would have done better with the girl, who checked every bag (the guy checked their cooler but only asked questions about the other, and he didn't have me open anything) and also tagged them herself. Much more efficiently than I'd made of getting the stupid tags on my stuff, for that matter.
The girls in front of me ended up near me during the concert, also - slightly ahead and to the right, along with their friends who arrived later. One of them, I must point out, wore a pastel lime green top and mid-orange (not bright, not pastel) pants. Successfully. Which was very disturbing.
The fields are beautiful. I'm tempted to go out and photograph them but I'll wait until tomorrow, when I head out anyway. The hay is out, the hay is tall and golden, the hay is cut and piled, the hay is in bales. (I feel sort of bad for a few of the last - it was baled and outdoors when the rains hit late Thursday night. I hope it did not get deeply wet.)