Back to the Real World

I'm alive. The 10th anniversary of Sasquatch did not kill me. In fact, I feel pretty good. My face is sunburnt and I'm sore from dancing as vigorously as I possibly could for three days straight, but in general, I would say this year was pretty successful. We are adults now. We made sure to drink water and eat food all day so we didn't end up like the children carted off in gurneys in their hot pants and bra tops and their face paint. The crowd has never looked younger, which probably means I have officially grown too old for Sasquatch. We had a successful friend reunion, saw some great shows (Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings and Yeasayer were my favorites), ate Wild Burgers, danced, had adventures, witnessed some extremely kooky stuff, and laughed until our muscles cramped. Success. Complete success. I took photos with film this year, so it may be a while before I can share some images. To be continued . . ..