Free samples and food tents are two things which make gatherings of strangers worthwhile to me. I tried every type of cheese, sausage, chutney, chocolate, fudge, cider, spirits, and general produce possible. My mother described me as 'on a mission', which was just her way of telling me I kept leaving everyone else behind and going into my own little zone of free food-ness. It was better than Costco. Not as good as getting 6 free chocolates from See's, but I suppose my standards are pretty high.
There was a live band playing something between rock and dubstep and Holly, Vivi, Mom and I looked really cool waiting for half an hour for them to start playing, and then we listened to one song, during which Vivi and I danced like crazy (she is now my favourite person to go to gigs with) and then we left.
The music made me laugh, because live music by unknowns always makes me feel amused. I think this is because I consider it precocious, which is a bit irritating of me. These people were the type who dress up, as in, Holly thought they were all bisexual because they had long hair and one of them seemed to be trying very very hard to become Russel Brand, but once he took his sunglasses off (he clearly needed them, what with it being so cloudy and all) he looked really sweet. We tried to decide what kind of underwear people were wearing, and even got the chance to find out a couple of times, because guys have a wierd habit of leaving theirs on show, and we were pleased to find out we were right about most of the guys in the band. Calvin Kleins, and then the most bisexual looking one had cute little blue cotton ones (he'd probably describe them as powder blue). I was pleased to note that everyone seemed to actually be wearing underwear.
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