There are few things which you can bank on happening every single time out. Some of these things are Webbstock related: rain will interrupt the music at some point, one oddball student will disrobe, and there will be traffic on the Cross Bronx Expressway at all hours. We proved all three; initially the weather was great - though hot - for music and frisbee and burgers and seeing random faces and the Comptons and Doug and Johanna, but during Monkey Wrench's set a little cell roared through and cooled the ground and ended that act's show. Spider Nick came out a bit later, rocked, and that was Webbstock 2008, which lead to a new twist on this familiar event... we climbed into the Vibe and drove home. Seriously. We partied all day, well into the night, and then slept in our own air-conditioned home in the PA countryside. Dy-na-mite.
Today we didn't get much of a jump, but then had brunch at The Buckeye (a local tavern whose exposed timber and brick construction is charming enough to overcome the negative connotation that comes with its name) and talked about a lot of stuff both light and not. One of those topics was picking (y)our own strawberries, and we were so moved that we went home, changed, and headed down to Bucks county for some mid-afternoon sweaty backbreaking labor. Ahhh summer! Now we're at home again, there're strawberries flash freezing and piano music is making its way up to the loft.
Sunday, June 08, 2008