(circa ENAR 2010)
Thursday, March 25, 2010
To be honest he is a little disappointed. He begins to think that he has fallen for the hyperbole once again. Fortunately, the food by the river is as he remembered it. He is grateful that his friends like it too; they at least will not leave feeling tricked. Afterwards, as they wander aimlessly on the roads, it is a craggy old Seminole that points him and his party in the right direction. With the promise of music and warmth they keep on. Once they turn the corner they are faced with a line of watering holes, like before. People stream in and out, like before. The stage is packed, but who's playing? Who's paying? A sense of purity, unlike before. And the best part of it all? No beads.