Foxfield 2k8

What do you get when debauchery and bacchanal meet southern frivolity? If you guessed Foxfield, you'd be right. The weekend started off in an RV RPV (Recreational Party Vehicle) with my friend Tim dutifully at the helm. Our crew--over 10 deep--hurtled down the highway at lightning speed, headed for the fair hills of Virginia wine country. Within minutes, the sink was piled high with beer cans and the floor sticky with a deadly combination of soda, beer and dirt. But it mattered not to our team of RPV-ers and we all enjoyed the good food(from Aggie, natch!) good music(EP release party for new Timputer/Heckbot/Garretron joint) and good company. Unfortunately, even traveling at what felt like a lightning pace, the RPV was still confined by the laws of physics, and our grand plans to hit up multiple wineries ended up being scratched in favor of 1 winery and an early arrival in C-Ville. Thus, we disembarked at Barboursville, slightly worse for wear and not fully in control of our mental faculties. Fortunately for us, the grounds were pristine and the weather beautiful, so we took our wine and hullabaloo outside. Post-wine toasts and boasts, we piled back in the RPV for the final leg of the journey. +/-

There are no words for seeing Charlottesville again for the first time after a long absence. It triggers in you a profound feeling of ecstasy and almost childlike glee, and all you want to do is shout and sing and dance and smile. We arrive at my friend Dolores' unbelievable downtown apartment, drop our stuff, and then head off into the night to dance to 6 Day Bender, eat Christian's Pizza, and reunite with old friends on Elliewood. The next day, from what I remember was incredible. Since I spent most of the day time travelling, I'll just list off the highlights-- Sun, dresses, mimosas, limo, Sparxx, bums, public urination, random adventures in C-ville 'burbs, crazy walkers, drunk walkers, angry walkers, onlookers--"it's Britney, betch!"--pick up trucks, unbelievably--a horse!, flask pulls, waves of seersucker and frills, old friends, new friends, creepy friends, drinks, hugs, laughs, more drinks, less memory, ominous clouds, scattered rain, pouring rain, running for cover to the RV, brownouts, stale air, revived energy, food at Three, drinks at Coupes, escape, more drinks, old crushes, taxi rides to nowhere, hotels, sin, love, nursing hangovers, Fellini's, RPV pickups, solemn drive on 29----WHAM! Back to reality. Can't wait to do it all over again next year.