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"blorg"
Originally uploaded by yelahneb.
So, while Meadowfab was wonderful and very mellow, I did cap off Saturday night by totally barfing in the woods.

…Twice.

This photo captures me explaining to my friend Brian how I drank too much of my amazing hot cocktail. Warning: chai + pomegranate juice + lemon slices + lots of spiced rum tastes really really REEAAAAALLY good, but it will fuck you up. You may find yourself hanging half out of your tent blorging into the dirt. Your husband may then have to clean it up.

Note to self: drink a cup of chai the morning after barfing up chai cocktail might not be wise.

Trivia time! In this photo I am wearing a dress purchased in a Phish show parking lot in 1994. It’s my official “morning after” dress.

Most of the weekend
Originally uploaded by .Ariel.
Another year of Meadowfabulous! What can I really say other than that I love being with my friends in the woods? I love it when the only thing separating the people I love are forested paths. I love it when mornings start with a stumble into a meadow. I love it when whichever way I turn there’s someone to hug.

Meadowfabulous was different this year, though: no soundsystem. We had an ipod hooked up to a speaker, but the focus was less on dancing and freaking out than it was on sitting around the campfire and catching up. I think we just lost 5% of our last remaining raver cred.

We also had about a third less people, which was a very conscious decision, and very difficult to enforce. Anyone who’s read my book knows how hard it is for me to play bouncer. I hate it, and this year I got some practice saying things like “I’d really rather you not bring that person because I’ve seen them perhaps once in the last year and I don’t really know them.” But it was worth it to have a gathering where everyone fit around the campfire. I suppose this means I’m in a social contraction right now.

My friend Ellen dog-sits Sassafras once a week, and has been debating whether she should get Sassy a dog bed for her house. Ellen finally gave in and bought a dog bed yesterday, and then she made this video: