Hippy Fest; a bunch of people sitting on the dingy floor of a stinking music venue, enjoying the acoustic sounds from their friends and new acts alike. I took my Speedlite to this one knowing how dark the venue would be, but I gave it to my friend who’s camera could only stretch to ISO 1,600. This was more like a 6,400 job.
Admittance was the cost of a hug, the floor was wet where I happened to sit, but I got to see a lot of the people I spent my college years with. Too much time passes before I see these guys, and I’m not entirely sure why.
On my way there, however, I was accosted by a “spiritual” man who claimed he could tell we would make “the best couple”. After I politely refused his offer, he got quite physical with me and claimed that as he was a man, he could get what he wants. Well gentlemen, there’s something you should know about me… I am the boss, ok? And you’re not getting what you want, pal.