hardly strictly afternoon

after a morning at the skate park i fled the home scene and took a cab to hardly strictly bluegrass. my cabbie was from morocco and philosophized to me saying loudly "just live your life!" several times while telling stories about an ex-girlfriend. the festival was a huge mob scene, but fairly orderly, with a few youngsters attempting some sort of rebellion by smoking clove cigarettes and limbo-dancing with their friends' digeridoo (as it was being played, really!). i spent a lovely reflective 45 minutes or so sitting on a little hill near the stage listening to patti smith play. heroin was the first song, and gloria the last, with lots of songs going out to poets in between. i found my friends and their irish bachelor party in the meadow during her last song, and things rapidly devolved. i joined them and their whiskey for a ride in a stretch hummer down to broadway and made my exit while i still could.

ducked into house of nan king and sat cozily between two older than i am couples, one from new yawk and one from munich. when i came home i was a bad mom and gave the kids, lying one on each side of me in the dark, a chocolate and caramel treat to eat with their freshly brushed teeth.