This weekend I am embarking on my first ever, real-live camping sort of music festival. It’s called Bellaluna Fest and it’s down in Albert Lea, MN. The event has been dubbed Hippiefest in my world and it’s being held at a place called Harmony Park.
So what would posses a mild-mannered, anti-hippie like me to journey down to a place guaranteed to be filled with hippies? Why Mike Doughty, of course. Thus the reason I am breaking out the Make Sweet, Sweet Love to Me™ Vibe.
Don’t be fooled. I am terrified by this outing. Hippies scare me. They speak a language that is foreign to me and I’m afraid I will spend the entire weekend not knowing what the fuck anyone is saying. Lucky for me, I will be guided through the land of hippies by Wolfdogg and Heather. They are both veterans of many Grateful Dead shows (see how open-minded I am, befriending Deadheads).
So this morning I was a bit surprised when I woke up at the crack of 10 a.m. But then I realized that my body and my mind are trying to store up every bit of energy it can. There’s going to be a Hug Brigade at the Hippiefest and it’s going to take every ounce of strength I have not to punch any huggers in the neck. Wolfdogg has already warned me that if I get arrested for assaulting a hippie he’s not bailing me out.
Today I plan on gathering provisions and trying to get in touch with my chi or something.
This is going to be a most unusual experience and I plan on documenting every single moment of it. Someone better start sacrificing something to Gaia for me. I’m gonna need all the help I can get.