So, I had heard about this neighborhood street festival, Hampdenfest, that was going to take place this past Saturday. I wasn’t going to go, but then at the last minute I saw that Future Islands was going to be playing a free show, so I changed my mind about going. It was an internal debate with myself about going. I didn’t want to go alone, but I would regret going. I had James drop me off within walking distance of the street fest, which was a pretty good way to get me to go because otherwise I would’ve just stayed home.
I walked around the fest and saw quite a few vendors that I wanted to buy things from, but I refrained. I used the little ladies room AKA a porta potty, grabbed a beer, and camped out for two hours next to a pile of dog vomit that people kept stepping in. By the end of the show, that dog vomit had been turned into smithereens, it was gross. I don’t even know why I mentioned that.
While waiting, some guy started hitting on me. He offered to buy me beer. I did not decline said offer because I wanted more beer, but did not want to leave my prime real estate. I had to deal with that guy from an hour, but I got two beers out of the deal. That sounds terrible, but this dude kept touching me in my no-no places the whole time I was trying to watch one of my favorite bands. It was quite annoying because I had to block him off and pay attention all at the same time. At the end of the show I was like, PEACE OUT GIRL SCOUT. Gah. Awkwardness.
Despite being groped against my will, I had a pretty good time and I’m glad I went.