Saturday Ed and I went to the Oyster Bake at St. Mary's University, one of the "can't miss" Fiesta events. Chevelle was headlining, and there were five opening bands on that stage alone. There were other stages with local rock bands, country music, kid-friendly shows, and who knows what else. They had any kind of meat on a stick you could think of, and the whole thing was sponsored by Miller Lite. Plus oysters. Baked, fried, raw, in shots...have I mentioned that I love oysters? It was warm and sunny after a morning of rain and, even though they estimated the crowd at 15,000, the line to get in wasn't very long. A perfectly planned party for the entire city.
The crowd was young and cute and rowdy, throwing their plastic beer bottles at each other and waiting in line for port-a-potties, the girls were dancing with each other and the guys were ogling them, it was loud and festive and there were police everywhere. It was definitely a perfect party, but I suddenly realized I'm old. Very, very, old. It was too loud and too crowded and too high energy. I just wanted to go to bed with a cup of hot chocolate and a Jane Austen book.
Next thing you know I'll be eating the early bird special at the diner. I'll have a collection of small yipping dogs who wear sweaters that I've knitted. With matching hats.
And I'm kinda looking forward to it.
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