Upon arriving home I realized a few things that stick out in my mind about this W.E. Fest. The most important thing is that no one has more heart when it comes to music and those who make it than Kenyata Sullivan.
He wants nothing less than for everyone to be happy and, if things go his way, he’ll soon be in a position to make the W.E. Fest philosophy a universal reality. Here are just a few more things I learned. I’m sure there’s more …
- This is something I already knew but was reinforced this year; Lee Buffaloe has an infectious smile and a laugh that rattles the dust right out of any room.
- Snakes here are harmless, but not low hanging wood beams. Just ask Caroline who smacked her nose into one at the house’s carport.
- Vampiric goths do not actually burst into flames when exposed to the sun. They do however scare away vacationing families.
- The drunks in Wilmington are way more angry than in NYC. Much of the inevitable violence comes from the frat boys being turned down by the scantily-clad girls who can’t understand why everyone wants to fuck them.
- As of recently, if you show a military I.D. at any Wilmington bar, chances are you will be denied entry. You see, local military boys used to by to blow off steam. When they got carried away, fights escolating into out and out street brawls would commence.
- It’s amazing how, just by taliking to people, you reveal them in a whole new light. Such as the tattoed, hard-edge looking, members of Glass City Colonels confessing to their love of corny-ass 70s pop disco. Or how goths and old farts can turn into cat fags at the mere mention of, “…my kitty did something so cute the other day.”
- You don’t have to be The Who, The Cure or Ozzie to retire more than once … or twice … or … thrice … or …
- The older I get, the younger the bikini eye candy seems to get. So it’s a good thing that looking is not illegal. Them noticing me looking warrants all sorts of discusted glares that I will need to get used to as time takes its evil course.
- Dave Jr. showed me that the proper way to excuse oneself from a table of friends at an intimate beach cafe is to announce, “Gotta go get my dump on!”
- I learned that Kenyata Sullivan has a dream if he ever becomes insanely wealthy. Not wanting to give away his dream because it is devilishly ingenious, I’ll just say it involves music and a race track.
- Trying to quit smoking where the cigarettes are less than half the price they are in NYC and where you can still smoke in bars is a losing battle.
- No one sleeps more than D. Michael.
- You just cannot get the same sweet tea in New Jersey.
- Chili dogs are yummy at 4 AM, but man are they a problem a few hours later.
- Being retarded in Wilmington is not illegal, but saying you are might be.
