Outdoor fesitvals are the best. Stupid cheesy rides, semi-cold beer, greesy food, all horribly priced...but, oh the fun of people watching. If there's a freak within a 20 mile radius, he's there. But, it does makes sense. It's a carnival, after all.
And the bands that you hear at these festivals - must be the final resting place of dead 80's rockstars all over the country. And this festival was, without a doubt, no exception. I had the displeaure of meeting one of these dead 80's rockstars that was performing at this particular festival tonight at a previous date. I won't give away the person in question, but let me say there's a certain *cough*eyeofthetiger*cough* gleem from this guitar players eyes.
And, holy hell, did this guy smell like a tiger took a direct dump right into his spandex leather pants. I mean, seriously dude. With all of that money you've made I would think you could probably afford some soap and deodorant.
