MarionI spent this last weekend at my favorite festival in the whole wide world: Shambhala. The sad news this year was that Dre couldn’t go due to having used all his vacation time with family this spring. The good news was that I was there with over a dozen of my closest beloveds so while I missed my MOST beloved, it was still a great time. Plus, I got to ride in style, making the 8+ hour drive to the festival in a friend’s RV. Classy!

The RV was extra awesome because on the way home I came down with the worst stomach bug I’ve had in years, and it was really convenient to be able to barf in the RV rather than hitting every rest stop between Nelson, BC and Seattle. Ug. If this past weekend was a high point of the year, the two days since have been the low point. Barfing and crying is a really pathetic combination.

Thankfully, I’m finally on the mend and managed to eat half a bowl of pho and keep it down this evening! Then I left the house for the first time in 48 hours, leaning on Andreas and creaking around the block like an old man missing his orthotics.