So I have to speak on this. The Libertarianesse and I will not be attending Wanee this year. Not such a tragedy, as it is no one’s fault. I don’t know what it is I guess that’s why I’m speaking on it. We didn’t just decide that we weren’t going to go. No one’s trying to justify something that I haven’t done wrong. We decided that we just couldn’t justify this year when we are six months pregnant and under staffed. The work of the Conservative Hippyists take up a lot of time and require a lot of resources. Either way I’m driving into work right now. I should be waking up and finishing packing the car. We typically like to get to Wanee early Thursday afternoon to set up. In the past three years we chose a similar location. It’s a bit of a walk but the area provides a lot of tree shade and is far off enough to be quiet…er in the middle of the night.
I’m trying hard to be angry. I’m really in the mood to be resentful that we’re not going. But it won’t stick. Sure, there’s a little bit of valid sorrow. But for some reason, no matter how hard I try I just can’t get into the frame of mind that I’m used to.I’m okay with it. I am recognizing the rain. It is supposed to rain all weekend in Live Oak, FL. That doesn’t make for the best festival weather. But I don’t care to be spiteful, really. I’m not wishing anyone ill. I really liked the Wanees when it didn’t rain, that’s all I’m saying.
Here’s what I will miss:
The blind camaraderie– Wanee goers all know that they are on the same team. Sure a few posers abound, but nobody id there to pick a fight. In three consecutive years, I saw one guy get arrested. I think we spoke to a security guard once and he said that 30,000 Wanee folk usually produce less than 100 arrests. A few weeks later is Country Music Jam, and of the 9000, people there are hundreds of arrests. The blind camaraderie is evident in the walks to and from the festival grounds. We pick up conversations along the way. Talking about how incredible bands are, were, are going to be tonight. The blind camaraderie shows up in the peddler’s tents.
There is no hard sell. People excuse themselves in the tight quarters. Everyone is into what you’ve bought. The bling camaraderie is an attraction all its own.
thanks for letting me talk on this.