I’ve spent the last week decompressing too. This weekend I finished putting everything away and cleaning up from the festival. Tonight I finally removed my wrist band, shaved off the semi-beard, and unpainted my toenails. Hell, you spend a year waiting, months planning, and weeks packing so you can’t possibly undo all that in just a couple days, right? I think Planet Bluegrass should employ counselors to help us deal with Post-Festival Depression and to help us to re-integrate back into society after each festival.
I just want to reiterate again how great it was to meet everyone:
Kaptain Karlos and Hippie Jerry were great headstones to Run-A-Muck, and damn you Jerry…you’ve ruined me for life with your Captain Morgan and Coffee!!!
Auntie Hope went to great lengths to pull off a superior practical joke that did not quite go as planned. Your efforts did not go unnoticed nor unappreciated, Hope. And a little red hippo has been added to the music memorabilia decor of my humble home. And thanks for smacking me square in the groin with one of those things!
AJ and Chris/Cody: Thanks for the generosity as well as the entertainment of watching the “Volcano” in action. And who would have thought that a magnifying glass and the sun could be used for anything more than burning leaves and ants when we were kids?
To Ron: Thanks for being the first one to stick a home brew in my hand when Daniela and I showed up the first night. And the mead was exquisite. And…ahem…thanks for the hugs.
Telluride Tom: Thank you for taking the time to give Daniela and I a pre-festival Town Park tour as well as for all your time planning and organizing this board and the pre-fest events. And…nice hat! Do I still owe you a beer? I think I do.
To all the Run-A-Muck girls: Woo Woo!!! Shake it, Baby!!
Courtney: Thanks for the great patches. You missed my toes!
LuAnna: Thank you for the button. Now I shall never forget my fake name…no matter how many shots of tequila I do.
Sam Bush: Thanks for taking a stroll down Main Street on Monday afternoon and being one of the last sights we saw as we rolled out of town.
Duktape Man: I would have bet anything that you could not have gotten 4 people into that sleeping bag! You crazy guy!
And to everyone: I know I don’t need to say it, but thank you for making the Sam’s feel welcome. They really had a lot of faith in us to make the long pilgrimage from jolly old England based on our incessant peer pressure. And I know they left with much more than they expected to receive.
I’m sure I’ve missed dozens of other "Thank You"s but I can always go back and edit more in later. For now I’ll post it and re-visit it as needed.