I Confess-tival

I think I can see that guy who was in that thing...We are blessed with many berries on this green earth. Blueberries, blackberries, boysenberries, raspberries, even Frankenberry. But all these pale in comparison with my fervent interest in what currently remains a bit of forbidden fruit: Glastonbury.

Forbidden in the sense that I currently don’t have a ticket to the annual UK summer music festival, but that’s something I hope to remedy on April 11, when a small allotment of about 2,500 canceled tickets go back on sale.

Since I’m in the States, it’ll be an early morning for me as I try to weave my way through the masses to get my hands on one of those cherished tickets, but some things are worth the effort and by all accounts of what I’ve seen, heard and read, Glasto is one of those things. The bonus is that I’d get to experience it with Lauren, my all-time favoritest dance partner. Or she’d get to experience it with me. This is what we call a win-win.

Fingers, eyes and T’s are crossed as the 11th nears…

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