Live my life without coming up for air
We got up to stuff back home, of course. The big one was attending the Common Ground music festival, held annually in Lansing in one of the parks by the river and which neither of us had got to before. We got tickets for one day, and went with our portable beach-type chairs, going by bus because we assumed it'd just be impossible to park much closer than our home already is. (Which is only a couple miles, but a fair bit to walk if you're carrying your chairs with you.) In one of those peculiarities that strikes this sort of thing, the bus driver refused to charge us --- or anyone at the stop with us --- our fares. Possibly there was a discounted rides for people obviously going to the music festival. Possibly the driver was unhappy with management.
Had we known how very carnival-like the grounds would be we'd probably have made last year's (if it didn't conflict with stuff like our honeymoon and recovering from that), and bunny_hugger surely would've in years before that. The park was decorated with, besides the three concert venues, various stalls hawking fairground food and little crafts stuff, and in-between performances it was grand to wander around and look at things and be terrified by the miles of port-a-potties and get tapped on the shoulder by somebody bunny_hugger sort of knew from the bookstore where she occasionally works. He was hoping that she was there to see that day's headliners of MGMT. We weren't, particularly, although the bands we were hoping to catch were kind of arbitrarily picked (the first, Flint Eastwood, had caught her eye at a music festival she went to a couple months ago, and we followed that track). bunny_hugger couldn't think of the guy's name until well after he'd wandered back off --- after all, he looked so different out of context --- but realized the next day that he clearly didn't remember her name either.
There was actually one fairground-type ride, although don't ask me how it logically fit the concert idea: this was a tower, with a huge airbag underneath, and you could drop thirty feet or so in reasonable safety for a mere ten dollars, or three times for twenty-five. I wasn't tempted enough to go for it. We did see, several times, people taking the plunge, and at least one person who looked hard off the diving board and refused to go. There also was an exhibit outside, a walk-through thing called Exxopolis, which we left the venue to see and learned was closed. Well, it gave us a bit of a stretch in-between acts, and let us see the people in small boats --- including canoes --- along the Grand River peeking in on the concert, and also let us hear from a guy explaining where the best spots for viewing the concert for free were.
After all the shows at the stage we'd been watching there came on a silent disco, which was, well, people dancing to music provided over headphones, which is a strange and mysterious thing to watch. When bunny_hugger overheard MGMT, at their venue, playing the hit song ``That One MGMT Song bunny_hugger Recognizes Right Away'' she was surprised they weren't saving that for the end, and we realized we might have to move fast to avoid the main crowd's exit. And we did, but they went back for some encores, giving us the time to get to the Entertainment Express trolley, which dropped us off just a couple blocks from home.
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Currently Reading: Astounding Days, Arthur C Clarke.