German Fest might be my favorite summer festival here. Greek Fest has slightly better food, but it's dang expensive, I think, and something about it feels exclusive for some reason. Like it's for Greeks only almost. That's probably in my head, though. German Fest is pretty laid back in comparison. If you're from the midwest, you're already half German just from being raised to eat all that meat and boiled vegetables. So, it's comfortable.
This is from last night. The always fun Melissa saying hi to me as I surreptitiously snap her photo and Brian's great, really great, girlfriend Leslee smiles on. She always smiles, Leslie. It's almost her natural state--it makes you smile too and wonder why you don't smile more and so you resolve to try, and then the next time you see her you remember your pledge and realize that you haven't been working on it enough.
Oh, look at that little kid there on me shoulders. Fresh from bopping his head to the live Greek Fest band. My new favorite festival, Greek Fest. It's more ethnic, you know. More people that don't look like me, compared to German Fest at least. Dances that I only see once a year and make me wonder when the kids dancing them learn them, and even more why my family doesn't have any dances. I don't know what we'd do with it if we had a dance, my family, but it might be nice to know that there is one that we could do if we ever saw an ad in the paper that there was going to be a Hill Fest that weekend. Maybe it would be to dance in whatever way you do when you are playing a great song at home and think no one is watching. Everyone would hit the floor and just let it go, just let it go like they should every day but we'd do that once a year and maybe that would be enough, or a start at least.
