Tomorrow morning, at the crack of crack, I’m leaving for Starwood. I’m going Om.
I’ve been going to this festival since 1982 (they started it in 1991). I missed 1996 and 1998 and that’s it. So for me it really is home. Every now and then I think I won’t go. The drive is a pain in the ass. It’s a week I could spend doing other vacationy things. And it might be that some year I won’t go. But I feel like I live my life by moving in and out of that space, and there’d be a hole if I skipped a year.
Anyway, Tom will be doing the honorable guest blogging. Give him a big hand!
Have a great time!
And hooray for Tom! Now, don’t screw up.
No pressure, though.
Oh my god…the pressure…
I find it intriguing that you started going to the festival nine years before it began. You are definately a founder, I’d say. 😛
LOL! I suppose we’ll have to wait until Sunday to find out how Deborah managed that. 😉
Just a typo, I’m sure. 😀 I’m easliy amused.
It’s too bad if it is a typo cause I was hoping Deb would tell me how I could go to Woodstock.
Really, Dan. The possibilities would be endless. 😉
And Foxydot, I’ve always believed that being easily amused is a virtue. 🙂
They started it in 1981. I am glad to have amused you.