Bustin’ Loose at the Folk Fest!

Every year for the past many years, 
the hubs and I volunteer with our Folk Music Festival.
And honestly, it is one of my most favourite things in the entire world that I do.
Here I get to be me.  I get to let loose.  I have so much fun.  
(And I get to fulfill a little secret fantasy of mine where I get to be a bartender!)
The people are amazing.  The music is out of this world.  It’s a fun, fun time!
This past weekend the festival was upon us again! 
So we left the mini-suburbanites with Grandma & Grandpa, and the hubs & I  headed downtown to have us a good time!



Here’s a little recap!
Our first night down, we had the coldest weather that I can ever remember at this festival.
Like seeing your breath kind of cold.  It’s true.  And it bit.  Big time.
But we made the best of it, and dragged our soggy selves, and blistered toes 
over to the River Cafe for a little tea and appies, before our shifts started.
Then we ate, the BEST chocolate dessert I have EVER had.  Ever.
Pot de creme.  Yeeum.  I miss you divine dessert, see you next year…
So we lived large at the Sheraton downtown, sans kids!  Good times!
Except we got in around 2am… and up and at em’ bright and early!
I don’t know about you, but I always wake up at kid time, regardless if they are there or not.
3-4 hours of sleep doesn’t really look good on me!  😉

Lack of sleep.  Bah.  Nothing a little coffee and breakfast can’t fix!
In tradition, Tobin & I ate at 1886 Cafe.  Yeeuuummy Ed’s Benedict!

The hubs.  Looking good with 4 hours sleep…  😉
Then it’s off to catch some workshops!
The artists every year are amazing!
And the energy everywhere is laid back, happy and just good.
Love.
Day 3, the sun shines its pretty face.  Thank goodness…
I’m not gonna lie, I don’t do well with blistered feet and cold everything.
This was the highlight of my weekend!
K.D. Lang and the Siss Boom Bang
Rock your soul kind of music.
The kind that makes you want to cry for no reason!
And another highlight, and one of the amazing things that comes with where I work at the festival…
Back of the tent jam sessions & artist practices.
Fabulous, little private concerts.  Port-a-potties and all!
Just an amazing time, and I always feel SO sad when it’s all done.
It takes me a while to get back in to the swing of things at home!
Looking forward to next year!  Only 362 days to go…
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