Rocking the Daisies came and went and along with it love was found and many, many items were lost – or temporary misplaced.
Can you believe it’s that time of year agin? My goodness, I remember the first time I went – wet behind the ears and all that. Not exactly the festival sort, I was. But it turned out ok – they had luxury tenting you see. It was almost a disaster, if I remember correctly.I lost my car keys and found them again the next day – in the middle of the morning-after carnage. I swear. There were some guys and gals rocking out in whatever section it was that was still going on at that stage of the game. Imagine if I didn’t find my keys? Small nightmare going back to CT just to get the spare key.
But back to this year’s Daisies..