(This Is My Fare Thee Well)

[ontology]

So, erm, I'm leaving. At six in the morning. AT SIX IN THE MORNING. AUGH. (I am not an early riser. At all.) And yes, I didn't mention it, because I am forgetful like that.

Dad and I are going to Hickory Fest, a newgrass festival somewhere. Um. I don't actually remember where, but it's about two and a half hours from here, and we'll be camping on the property, and Dad is getting in free because he is volunteering. Apparently he will be preparing and providing food and drinks and things to the performers. He only has about two or three hours in which he is required to work, and is then free to roam about as he pleases. This means that I will probably be fending for myself for quite a lot of time, which will be interesting, though not entirely unpleasant. The Duhks will be there. I saw them live my last year at the New Bedford Summerfest, and their song "The Mists of Down Below", the video of which occasionally plays on CMT, is splendiferous. Also, they are Canadian and sort of bluegrass/Celtic/French Canadian with a bit of an edge.

I don't know the rest of the performers (although Dad says that there is a band that does nothing but play bluegrass covers of Greatful Dead songs, which sounds rather mind-scarring) but it will be very entertaining because, except for Nickel Creek, the newgrass scene and I are not well-aquainted. (As far as I can tell, newgrass is like bluegrass, except much more awesome and without weird old men in suits. And, y'know, it's actually innovative. Traditional bluegrass is kind of mostly in a rut, which is why I rarely enjoy it. They all have to have the same voice. That is terrible.) 

Anyway. I will be absent until Monday, probably, as we should be driving home late Sunday evening. And then we will be Packing Frenetically, which is beginning to be rather more than unfun. 

In other news, my brother just weighed the cat: he is fifteen pounds. Aiee. Cat of Doom. 

And did I mention that I possess and am wearing an almost-Ravenclaw necktie? YAY.