So I was wandering around the Musikfest area last night before things got crazy and decided to take a few shots before the insanity happened. Very nice and refreshing and I might make an annual thing of it. Below are the photos, and a poem of what occurred during my jaunt*:
Twas the night before Fest, and all through the scene
Not a human was stirring, not even a goth teen
The banners were hung on the poles with care
In hopes that drunk assholes soon would be there
The police horses were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of strudel danced in their heads.
And me in my tie, wandering at night,
Thinking of all the incoming intoxicated fights.
When out on the grounds I heard such a clatter,
I turned to see what was the matter.
I turn to see Jeff Parks, running on foot.
I watch mouth agape, staying right put.
As he flee into the the bright fest light,
He shouted, “Happy fest to all, and to all a good night!”
(Yes, the Hogar Crea van. We swear we didn’t follow this around all night hoping they’d just start tossing out free sish kabob. We swear.)
*Obviously this is not true in any way.
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Great poem! “in hopes that drunk assholes soon would be there…” classic.
Those Hogar Crea folks are damn annoying with those cheap ass garbage bags they sell, but they do make a tastey kabob.
Heard Jeff Parks at the bridge lighting ceremony, love the guy, but damn can he ramble during a speech. Just light the damn thing man.