Lost in all the brand new possibilities

So my Ma asks my Sister, the same Sister who I secretly suspect had some sort of experimental GPS dot surgically embedded by said Mother at birth, "Where is this music festival you and your brother are going to?"
"Oh it's nearby, you don't know the place anyway"

Cue us sneaking our yahoo maps from Waterford, MI to Cuyahoga Falls, OH into pockets and purses. Let the journey begin.

It was very exciting. Wide open traveling with my younger Sister practically growing up before my eyes (or so it has seemed so suddenly) taking turns dissecting our family as the clouds drizzled drops across the windows. Eating pizza and laughing in heartland plazas, crossing fingers plunging into unplanned detours. Then suddenly man hours and several semi-trucks later, land ho!

So very cloudy the day was. It wanted to rain out so badly and just before we could slide down the hill towards the pavilion the clouds gave way. Then suddenly we were in wait for Death Cab for Cutie! (as we somehow missed the handful of bands that preceded them..??) There were so many snobs there though. It was sad for a while, one guy "could barely wait through DCFC to get to The Flaming Lips (which makes me mad to be a fellow fan with this mean spirited man) and some guy in the front row ahead of us had the idea that he was going to plug his ears the entire way. Only, true to the spirit that this day was to behold, the earplug guy was trumped when Death Cab's guitarist ran near to where we was and smoothly flung him a pair of earplugs. Yes. And during their entire wonderful show, suddenly Wayne and Steven from The Flaming Lips wander out and they all play a song together, thus bringing down Flaming Lips snob guy. Such a good show. 'Title and Registration'....sigh.

And then suddenly the sun exploded and across the solar waves rode The Flaming Lips. Glory. A life experience unlike any other for such wonder and delight and pure dancing, singing, carefree joy. Santa's shining lights across from cheerleaders with Martian masks with superheroes walking about and balloons raining all around with confetti and light and notes blasting and floating through the summer breeze. If I had the bandwidth to do so, I'd put my video clip of it out there just to show you what 18 seconds of it was like (you could always see it at my myspace page at least) otherwise I am well short on vocabulary to line up a proper recollection.

Driving home through the dark summer night with my Sister smiling as brightly as I said everything. We were floating in the same heaven.