after arriving at the farm in hillsdale where the festival takes place, we quickly realized it wasn't going to be all sunshine and blue skies. at the first performance we went to, mancini and i had to zip up our rain jackets and get out our trusty garbage bags, which i wore as a skirt and he wore in more of a diaper garbage pants format. sometimes it just drizzled and sometimes it really poured. and then sometimes it rained and sometimes it misted.
Monday, July 24, 2006
and the rains crashed down
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