We went to the Pitchfork Festival this weekend, more on the bands and glory on Hubby's blog of course, but Bella came out with us all day long and was really really great. She danced and walked the fest, ate the food, listened to all the bands, asked to go up by the stage repeatedly, and basically made her concert going father the proudest dad there.
She was not the youngest, some people brought their what looked like six month olds, but she definitely would have been trampled by the food tents if one of us parent types weren't with her. But she did get us some line cuttage, as when punk people saw me waiting in line with her, they made me go first...which was pretty nice of these people...with all the skulls on their shirts...
The music was nice and we got a nice spot under a set of trees, and luckily the temps were not unbearable. So Bella's training for La la polooza is complete, she is ready. Now if only we could control the weather!! uggg...
I think the thing Bella liked most of the fest beside the massive slab of beef she inhaled for dinner, were the jumbotron-like tvs they used to enhance the stages... that and putting on my shoes....silly girl.
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