I've always taken it off on the way home/when I got home after the fest, but after seeing it on a couple wrists last week, I decided to experience a month long pseudo-fest. I'll at least get a great wristband tan.
I've never really been hit hard by the dreaded Winnipeg Folk Festival hangover, that is until this year. I guess I just had a really good time. It's tough to get rid of a hangover when you have no hair of the dog lying around to fix you up. If they COULD bottle that feeling and sell it like so many jars of homebrew tequila, the handmade village would never be the same. Well, it would probably be pretty much the same, but in lieu of another tent that sells djembes, we'd have somebody selling bootlegged folk fest juice. It would probably taste like sweat. And drugs. And Lucky Lager. Too bad Popcorn Sutton went and offed himself, he'd be a great candidate for head brewmaster.
I found my wrist band from Folk Fest the other day while cleaning out my car, and I've decided to wear it to Thailand, ostensibly to bring a little piece of Winnipeg with me, but also with the hope that someone will recognize it. I don't have high hopes for that second bit.
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