We obtained free tickets to Saturday’s Festy Experience. We thought, what the heck, let’s go.
It took us an hour to drive 6 miles because of construction on the interstate. This was before we even left Richmond. The rest of the drive was fine. Then we waited in a relatively short line to trade our tickets for wristbands. Then we waited in line to buy cups because our comped tickets didn’t include the cup. Luckily there was also beer for sale in the cup line. We waited for a short time to get Australian Pies.
We listened to the Larry Keel Experience and then decided we should get another drink and maybe one of those tasty looking wood fired pizzas. The better-half went in search of the pizza and I went to die in line for two beers. I waited 45 minutes for two beers. There was a minor riot about to begin when folks realized how freaking long it took to get something to drink. By the time I got back to our chairs, the pizza was half-eaten and stone cold. I was beside myself. The Festy sits on the grounds adjacent to a beer company. There were two beer tents. There is ZERO reason why it should take anyone 45 minutes to buy a freaking beer.
We listened to Love Canon and then left. So, to recap, we went to Nelson county to wait in line.
At least the mountains were pretty:
