Homecoming 2014

Gloria went to MHS Homecoming with Kayla and Rachel.  They went to The Paul Mitchell School for makeovers and then we hung out at The Village and took pictures before they went to the dance!

A Little Festival at the End of a Big Summer. . .

 The above picture represents so much about what my life has been like for the last decade or so.  Loading up in what feels like the middle of the night in order to get up at the break of dawn and drive to a distant location just to unload in an empty field (or a parking lot or a mountain top or a grassy park or. . . )

This particular destination was Halfw*y, OR for a little festival in the middle of nowhere. . .

We pulled into a small space where we were met by a crew who had no idea what they were in for. . .

It was great to have help but I always feel sorry for the volunteers that somehow expect this to be fun.  It was so labor intensive that the organizer of the event who hired us wasn't able to make it to the opening musical act on Friday night.  We didn't actually have any bands until Saturday but our stage next to the second stage was a bit of a contrast:

We had four bands on Saturday and everything went very smoothly.  I had been fighting a cold for several days and it was progressively getting worse.

Meanwhile in Boise, Jamie helped Kurt a little bit with Art in the Park.  Another one of my favorite events. . .

The town was very cute and very hospitable.  They made us feel very welcome. 

The middle two bands were all people we've worked with before so that was nice. . .

By the time the last band was on I was cold and miserable.  My cold was worse and I knew we had a long day ahead of us taking all of this down. . .

 

On the bright side, they put us up in a lovely old barn that had been turned into a comfy loft.  I could see myself living in a place like this:

 

Our crew returned to help us tear down with much less enthusiasm than when we pulled up but they hung in there until the last stick of truss was loaded and we were hitched up ready to pull away.  

It was a nice little festival but I didn't enjoy it.  It was a very long drive home over winding roads and steep hills.  I was pretty happy to fall into my bed and stay there for the next 24 hours. . .