we'll be lost before the dawn

[ontology]

Right, so, four in the morning tomorrow -- today, really -- Dad and I are going to get into the van and drive for quite a while until we reach New York and the Grey Fox Bluegrass Festival and I will sleep most of the way and will likely remember nothing. Sometime around eleven we shall arrive and pitch our tent and hope that we don't end up with a rubbish spot, and then we will enjoy four splendid days of music and I will be so busy that I will (hopefully) not pine after Deathly Hallows too much. (At least I am really hoping this. The anticipation has reached a frenzy point. Oh dear. I shall wear my Tonks-esque outfit and see if anyone comments on it.) I will be disappointed that I haven't managed to find ankle bracelets yet -- I wanted them for the dancing; I love the idea of them jingling while I leap about clumsily, skirts flying. I don't have very nice ankles, though, so perhaps it's for the best. I shall also see Nickel Creek and the Duhks and the Kruger Brothers and Bela Fleck and Sam Bush and will hopefully discover someone new and marvellous.

I have a horrible feeling that I am going to run into someone who is miraculously reading Deathly Hallows, and either I shall steal their copy and run away laughing wickedly and never come back, or I shall beg them to let me read the first chapter or five, or I shall just stare at them yearningly until they become uncomfortable and leave.

The fact that I am going on and on clearly shows how sleepy I am but this is perfectly all right as car trips were made to sleep through. (Oh dear I am not sure what I am going to do when I am in charge of driving the car trips.)

And I really hope that once I have got back I will catch up properly and reply to the things I want and need to reply to, but there will be a great block of squeeing or mourning over Deathly Hallows and hopefully a magnificently great block of Banui Writing Fic (I have learnt that nothing inspires fic like new canon), and, um, stuff. I am losing my train of thought and should go to bed.

Er -- goodnight, everyone. I shall see you lot Monday.

Comments

[greyeyedpixie.livejournal.com]

Have a wonderful time!

[shorelle.livejournal.com]

Ah, another soul who will be away in the wilderness while HP is released! I hope you have a brilliant time anyway, and at least the lack of internet will make it harder to be attacked by spoilers! (unfortunately I'll be at a computer sciencey camp, with laptops aplenty...)

[builtofsorrow.livejournal.com]

I hope you have a splendid time, darling! (Or had, probably, by the time you get this.) I envy you the Nickel Creek, and am sure I'd envy the others as well, were I familiar with them. ^^

And at least you shall be pining somewhere where others shall be pining as well. I live in fear of spoilers, as I've currently not got a day off until next Thursday, and am certain some awful soul shall come into the shop and tell me what happens in Deathly Hallows before I've got a chance to go pick up my copy and begin reading.

I've always found something comforting about sleeping in the car: kicking off shoes, attempting to get comfortable around the seatbelts, cuddling up with a coat or three, and waking up a bit disconcerted to the bright light of a gas station (or a motel or a front porch light) and the odd stillness of a no-longer-moving vehicle and a different song than the one you fell asleep to. (That was a fair bit of my childhood, right there.) (That said, there are few things better, in my view, than driving and driving for hundreds of miles, road stretched out before you, eyes flicking back and forth between your mirrors and the cars ahead of and behind yours and the person at your side.)

[wanderlight.livejournal.com]

... Music and tents? For some reason "tent" made me think of The Goblet of Fire, but anyway -- HAVE FUN HAVE FUN. ♥!