Saturday, May 23, 2015

Home And Safe. A Trip Report

Well, we are home and I am glad we went and I'm glad we are home. All chickens put away and safe and Maurice brought us a lizard which she had killed and left it in the dining room. Such a smart cat.

It was fun. I got to see Lis and Lon and they played an amazing set with their band, The Driftwoods and of course we got to see Jessie and Vergil. And Jessie's set which was wonderful. The girls sounded fantastic. And I know I'm her mother but dang- she is absolutely beautiful. And it's so bizarre for me to watch her do this thing she does which I have no idea how to do. To play music. I'm not sure anything thrills me in quite that way. Just watching her adjust the mic is enough to slay me so you can imagine how I feel when she plays a beautiful mandolin break not to mention the fact that every time she straps on her guitar I'm like, Holy Shit! She plays guitar, too! And it's all due to Lon and Lis, her fairy godparents, as well as her high school music teacher, Thom Henderson. 
And of course her very own talent and efforts.

So. Festivals. Why? Some people just LOVE them. They go to all the festivals. And it's hot and there are porta-potties and all the food sort of sucks and I'm sure it's the same food at every festival and the venders- well, I mean- okay but really? Can you make a living selling pottery at festivals? Or bamboo flutes? And I have to say that when all of us old hippies die, a lot of these festivals are going to die too. I haven't seen that much gray hair in one place since the last time I visited the assisted living where my mother lived. Good GOD, the tie dye. Also? A man dressed in golden robes with a red turban told me that my tan was uneven.

But hey- it was good to get out, it was precious to get to see The Cicada Ladies and the Driftwoods. And on the way back, for a treat, we stopped at the place I call "The Las Vegas Bathrooms."
It's a huge place off the interstate that sells everything from regular convenience store food to, well- check this out:

(Betsy- this is for you.)

Not to mention alligator paw backscratchers.

I sort of really wanted one. 
And they sold the alligator heads to match. As well as jewelry and gourmet jerky and there's a wine aisle and handmade fudge in every flavor known to mankind and...oh hell. I don't even know. We didn't buy any of it. But we did use the Las Vegas bathrooms.

That doesn't begin to do the place justice. There are living plants outside each individual bathroom AND they're not just stalls, y'all. They are actual rooms, each one with it's own real door and real walls and oh, it's just glamorous as all get-out. Uh-huh. 

It's a trippy place, to say the least. 

And we survived it all. 

Banjo was involved. 

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. Wow! Those are some swank bathrooms! And I don't believe I've ever seen a store that featured edible insects, though People Who Know say they are the wave of the future. (Not MY future.)

    It must be incredible to see your child perform. I can't even imagine.

  2. Truly is the wave of the future, apparently. I'm quite worried about it!

    The back scratcher! NO, you can't have one! Blarg.

    And I cracked up at the turbaned hippie telling you your tan was uneven. So funny.

  3. I completely understand the awe and joy you feel at watching Jessie play. She really is radiantly beautiful. I'm glad you had a good time with your peeps.

  4. There is nothing better than a great truck stop bathroom, except maybe an alligator claw back scratcher!

  5. Exactly how I feel after a trip - happy to have gone, but even happier to be home.

  6. glad you had a good time. been a long long time since I went to a music festival.

  7. Steve Reed- If I was hungry enough, I would eat a salt-and-vinegar flavored cricket. I think. But not a cockroach. No matter how it was flavored.

    Jo- He was no hippie, the turbaned dude. He looked like African royalty. I'm not sure what his deal was. My tan IS uneven. I have a redneck farmer tan. Because I go out in the sun and garden all the damn time. So he was right but still- why?
    Why can't I have an alligator back scratcher? You're never any fun, Jo. (Haha!)

    Angella- I did. It was nice to get to spend some time with Vergil, too. I love that man.

    heartinhand- Amen!

    Marty Damon- Yep. I am a homebody. For sure.

    Ellen Abbott- You should go to one soon so you can see if it's as bad as I say it is. It's probably not.

  8. I am swooning over the nice bathroom. I love a good bathroom away from home, when I have to be away from home.

    So nice that you got out to see your daughter and her friends, and your other friends. Does a body good.

  9. That alligator back scratcher is going to give me nightmares.

  10. Because it's evil, and it will come to love and visit misery upon you. Don't buy a mummified monkey paw that gives you wishes either!

  11. I haven't been to a real music festival in a long time. Sounds like an idea I need to think about doing.


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