I don’t know where you were on Wednesday, but, damn girl/boy, you should have been with us. 

Claudia wanted to see the Indigo Girls for her birthday.  Dami, in her own Dami-like way, started buying tickets and threatening to buy more tickets and possibly kidnap people and make them have fun, if it came down to it. 

As is to be expected, we met up at the gates and just started laughing.  I think at least one of us was laughing at a time for the next five and a half hours.  Oh, and sweating.  The sweating stopped around 9:00.

We got a great spot on the lawn, and Claudia and Heather appreciated becoming land-owners in Fairfax County, however short the period of ownership:

And maybe they laughed a bit at our very own feral Scott,

Seen here protecting us from some very dangerous shrimp cocktail, if I remember correctly. 

We enjoyed the rest of our dinner and a few adult beverages, and were joined by Jeanne (behind a camera as usual) and Davey and Jenne:

Who had to join the hilarity for a while before the show started. 

We had to encourage Scott to distribute our surplus food to the neighbors.   You know who is happier than a lawn full of (mostly) ladies waiting to see a legendary folk duo?  That same lawn full of ladies eating Heather’s hazelnut brownies. 

We spotted really nice handknits there in the wilds:

I actually tried to get this girl to come over so I could look at her sweater more closely, but I think she thought I was nuts.  I don’t know why:

I was  just sipping my wine and knitting a sock.  One of the girls behind us was a fledgling knitter, and she was both intrigued by the sock knitting and really puzzled that the stranger wouldn’t come play with us as soon as I started calling out for her to come let us see her sweater.  We agreed that the girl with the great sweater had probably received it as a gift, and maybe should have to hand it over to the Birthday Girl Claudia.  And then our knitting neighbor offered to go get the sweater from the undeserving stranger.  Atta girl, neighbor on the lawn.  You are ready to truly lose yourself to knitting.   Unlike most of us, you will really need the bail money I offered you.

I fell hopelessly in love with Natasha’s hair, because, really, who wouldn’t


The color!  The crimp!  The staple length!

Dami got a lovely shirt:

And it’s influence made her even goofier, if that’s possible. . .

And, well, we had a fine time.  A fine time.   

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