For a while now I've been getting out of the gym (8 weeks now and still going strong - 3 inches off the waist and arms starting to look as though they belong to somebody who doesn't need a map to find the nearest 'nasium) and buying organic bits and bobs from the people at the farmer's market.
So it was weird last night to be switching Jude's car into AWD and bumping along the muddy lanes of Frog Holler Farm for Hollerfest - the smallest music festival I've ever seen.
Opening was Judith's program director Tom and his band "Rock, Paper, Scissors" - they specialize in "songs that make you wanna dance, songs that make you think and songs that make you wanna slit your wrists"
But as the night draw on, the sun went down, the bonfores were lit and the stage became a burning orange against the pitch darkness of the woods behind, as the HollerT flowed and the organic pizza was sliced - wrist slitting was the last thing on my mind.
It ain't New York - but you know what - it ain't worse
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