The two bands I mostly wanted to see both performed on Friday night, so we headed out to the beach. The last time I went to a big musical festival with multiple stages was when I was in high school and went to Music Midtown in Atlanta (does that still exist?) and saw Hole, 98°, newly-famous Kid Rock (gag), and a pre-famous Jessica Simpson all in one weekend. B had never been to anything like this, so I'm glad he got the experience. The cool thing about DeLuna Fest is that the two main stages were right on the beach, in the sand. This was awesome later when I just needed to sit my pregnant butt down.
We got there on Friday night, just in time to see the last song from a duo called Matt and Kim. (I'd heard of them before, but don't know their music.) We realized then that we didn't have a program--actually, I'm not even sure if there WERE programs available--had no idea what stage we were at, and I couldn't remember which band I wanted was coming on first. We also don't have smart phones, which is probably why there were no programs readily available. Somehow we ended up running into an acquaintance (we know all of like 10 people in this town, so that was a slight miracle), and she looked it up on her phone. It was sort of wrong, but I asked some other guy and Cake was indeed playing on the stage we were at in just under an hour. So we sat around and waited.
Some people around us "lit up" in true music-festival-sense (if you know what I mean). I knew the smell right away and was trying to get away from it, if anything, to protect my baby. Somehow B cannot smell this stuff. I told him to take a big whiff and remember that smell for later (especially when our kids are teens), and he kept saying that he didn't smell anything. What. The. Heck. The things I learn about my husband . . . guess I'll be the narc of the house.
I made it through about 3 songs at Weezer before I plopped my butt down in the sand and just listened. Weezer has a ton of good music that everyone knows, but for whatever dumb reason, they were playing a bunch of not-so-good stuff for most of it. This included a cover of "Pumped Up Kicks," which is currently on the radio. It wasn't even a very good cover, in my opinion. I told B to take another whiff of the air when they started playing "Hash Pipe," and he still couldn't smell it. Sigh.
The next day we saw a band that we'd never heard of (more on them later this week), and then The Shins later that night. We made it an hour through that set then left because we were both really exhausted. We also realized that we're getting old, especially being around all those beach-bum-hippies. B's back was starting to hurt, and of course I had the normal pregnancy woes. I've pretty much decided that my rock concert days are behind me as I didn't really enjoy the concerts as much as I once would have. That's probably the last "standing up" concert I'll go to for a long while. The next concert I see I will be sitting in a comfy chair/church pew with a bunch of gray-haired ladies around me. And the only standing I'll be doing is for the Hallelujah chorus.
As for the volunteering we did, we were right next to the USO tent and they gave us Girl Scout cookies. Can't argue with that!