We begin where we are.

The Candler Park Sweetwater 420 festival happened this weekend. L & I celebrated appropriately and walked the three or four minutes from the Nunnery to the park proper.


The festival was sponsored by Sweetwater, one of my favorite local beers.




There were lots of people there:


Some of whom waited in line to sign up for circus camp


and some of whom pitted their mettle against the cruel cruel fates. O fortuna!


A band played. As it happens, I knew one of the people onstage - Mike, the bassist, stage-left.


A small but enthusiastic coterie of groupie-fans gathered in front of the stage to let their hair hang down and dance the afternoon away:


And then this happened: A horrifying flying minotaur was at the festival, apparently looking for little girls to abscond away with so he could drink their blood. I considered going all Theseus on him, but then he gave me the thumbs up and everything was good.


Back to the Nunnery:


Listening to All Things Must Pass.