Mayfest

I decided to do a sort of test run for my conduct at Warped Tour. (What? I'm talking about it again? Yes. Get used to it. I'll be talking about it up until it happens and, I'm sure, long afterwards.) I went to a festival called Mayfest. It's held in a park. They set up rides and booths for vendors. They sell food and best of all, the reason I went, they had live music. On four stages set up across the park they had bands rotating throughout the day. While two of the stages had dance and fitness going on, there wasn't an absence of something to see or do.

I wanted to see the dance, but ended up getting there too late. I caught the tale in of a young lady showing what she had learned in her latin dance class. Not exactly what I was looking for. I walked along the river and enjoyed the incredible breeze. On the sports stage I was reminded me that I really should take a Zumba class. Then on the Arts stage there was a band that had a really cool sound

I didn't ride any of the rides but I was a spectator to a lot of things. My favorite thing to watch was the mechanical bull. I don't know what was funnier. Watching people bite it or watching the satisfaction in the operators face when he successfully knocked someone off. There was a long line of children when I started watching. I ended up waiting around to see if I could watch an adult eat it. Evil? No one watches people ride those not hoping for a funny ending. There were times when after a person fell of the operator did a little 1, 2 fist pump in celebration. He definitely has a dark side and was expressing it through his job.

I finished the night parking myself in front of a stage and allowing a band to serenade me with jazz and blues. While I was watching a little girl who couldn't have been older than two got up and danced away the night. To say she was adorable is to state the obvious. Since the sun had set, people started recording her with their camera spotlights on. She always gravitated to the light and danced in front of it. She is definitely a little performer in the making. Someone, after recording her for a bit, finally picked her up and danced with her for a few bars before setting her down in front of her mother. Even in the void where my tolerance for children should be, I had to admit it was something to see.

It was a good night. I'm glad that I didn't talk myself out of going. When it was after 4, and I was still staring at the four walls of my bedroom, I almost convinced myself to just stay at home. Once again I didn't chicken out. Bring on Warped Tour!