Third day of the Fest, second day of attendance. We went down to catch a little bit of Will Phalen, who was pretty damn good.
Zelmo showed, and we got some food; I found a nice asian sampler plate that seemed to work fine for the glucose balance. Probably more salt than I should have had…
Zelmo had to leave before he turned into a pumpkin, and we discussed catching Pat McCurdy. However, I was still getting a handle on all kinds of new habits and boundaries; my back was sore (turned out to be a med side effect), so we decided to take it easy and call it a night.
I am going to combine the Saturday attend with this post; because I don’t go. Had to miss some good stuff…the Invaders, King Solomon, Maritime, Flaming Lips…but a nephew had made the appalling decision to schedule his wedding during Summerfest.
So we went to that, instead. I found it interesting that Summerfest was not particularly tempting to have a drink – helps that much of the beer is middling grade at best- but that the full bar at the reception was a much stiffer challenge. But it all turned out OK!
….and Sunday could be another Summerfest day.