This is part of my life notes series
This was my first Woolybear Festival since the year 2000, before I moved to Oregon. It was an experience and the first time that I ever heard of where the local band festival was on a different weekend then the Woolybear.
It was entertaining riding on the alumni float and playing away. I did manage to see an old friend from high school in the crowd. Ironically my ex-girlfriend was standing next to him trying not to be seen (she wasn’t hiding from me per say but the entire alumni band since I heard she had a falling out a few years earlier).
I did manage to yell at a few people who I knew in the crowd for not coming up and joining the band, since they had marched in high school.
All in all it was good to be back and playing.