Friday, July 23, 2010

GUEST POST *THE LATITUDE MUSIC FESTIVAL REVIEW*

Greetings, Blogging Pals!

I have a friend from high school days who leads an interesting life. A recent trip led her to The Latitude Music Festival and she sent me an email providing a fabulous review of same. I asked her permission to share it with you all. She was even kind enough to send photos!! Thank you, Liz!! Without further ado...

"A little background, my daughter finished college and decided to spend 6 months in London before going to grad school. She has never returned for longer than a 2 week visit. I often travel to London to see her and spend time with my two grandchildren. Last month, there was some confusion with holiday schedules and the nanny booked hers a week early. Super Grandma hurried over and (had) quality time with the kiddos. As a treat, my daughter booked us tickets for the Latitude Music Festival and I must say it was an experience. Not one I really want to ever have again, but I did learn a lot. For instance:

1. A music festival in the UK isn't just about music of all kinds for all ages; it also includes art, literature and poetry, theater and film. From Tom Jones to The XX. From Shakespeare to an all male Swan Lake. But even with all the activities, when that many people are in one place,, it is very likely that you will not get to see everything that you circle on your program. I stood in line several hours Saturday morning and did not get into any of the plays or comedy shows I was interested in. Finally in the afternoon I managed to get into one play, but only because I inadvertently used the wrong door to walk into a show that was running overtime and stayed in my seat for the one I wanted to see. It was only later that I learned the line for the show I watched was queued at another door!


2. Music festivals are loud and music festival maps are not always to scale! All the bands started at 3pm and the music continued non-stop until 3am. Even if the map shows you are as far from the stages as possible, it will not be far enough. Sound travels well in the country and even music you like can keep you awake. Foam earplugs do not work.

3. A Yurt might be billed as luxury accommodations, but it's still basically a tent! The photo on the Internet made the yurt look so large, holding up to 2 king size beds, but in actuality, it was pretty full with only 1 king size bed. We ordered 3 additional camp beds which turned out to be very basic air mattresses. Once all the beds were set up, it was wall to wall non-sleeping for everyone! We did share the big bed and I got one night on it - it truly was very comfortable and warm, everything the air mattress was not.

4. People will buy almost anything when you hold them captive for 3 days. Despite the high prices, food and drink vendors sold out of the most popular items by 5pm each day. As one eating establishment noted, "We are in a field, we will run out of stuff." I thought the girl working there was a little heartless when she would laugh and tell us, "No, none of that either!" The Fairy Retail Center was doing a booming business selling Festival Tails, False Eyelashes, Fairy Skirts and Flower Garland for the hair. The Bubble Factory sold so many Giant Bubble Makers (as see in the Book of World Records) that by the last day, the sky was filled with bub bles of all sizes and colors.

5. That "get your freak on" could be meant in a literal sense. I told Jordan that the same children we see in their Halloween costumes, tutus and superman capes all year are probably the same ones that grow up to wear the outfits we saw at the festival. There were many, many hippies and fairies, but at one point I saw a herd of 8 Waldos in striped shirts, black pants and funny glasses. I looked another way and saw a man and woman in 18th century wedding attire, then near the Fairy Retail Center, there was a young woman wearing only artificial flowers for clothing. She needed more flowers as they did not cover as much territory as they should have! Oh, the sheep on the hillside were colored pink, blue, green, yellow, etc. to match the Latitude logo.

6. All of the above mentioned outfits and non-outfits were paired with festival Wellies. You know those rubber boots that kids wear to splash in puddles, well they are regulation festival wear in England. The weather was fine, which means it only rained a little each day. Normally, since the festival was held in a cow pasture, that would result in a mucky mess for footwear. But, it has been a dry summer in the UK so the rain quickly dried up and there were only a few areas that got muddy. The funniest Wellie story was the couple that took their clothes off, but kept the Wellies on to climb one of the light towers. The security guys tried to get them down, but didn't risk touching them above the Wellies. We walked away before they got them down, but they were not there the next morning so I guess someone got tired and gave up.

7. That distances in England are so misleading! I know this as I have driven in England before, but even the GPS said the 5 hour trip should have taken 2-1/2 hours! It wasn't just the festival traffic, that I expected, it was the time it took to get out of London on a Friday. For example, at the 3 hour mark, we stopped for petrol (gas), water and to use the loo (toilet). The traffic was so heavy leaving the gas station that it took us almost 45 minutes to get out of the parking lot, giving my grandson plenty of time to get sick all over himself and his mother. I can't imagine how long the drive would have been if we hadn't had a crazy driver. He was driving up to 100mph in 50mph zones, passing on curves and fiddling with the radio. At one time I thought I would ask him how many people he had killed, including the ones that died of fright in the front seat, but didn't want to upset him!

8. How horrible a refugee camp must smell and look. There were somewhere between 20-40K people at this event, not sure of the number of toilets and trash containers, but it wasn't enough. The event is billed as a "green" venue and there were lots of recycle containers, sitting next to the garbage dropped all over the ground! There were not enough showers, either. With the typical wait for a shower being 30 minutes to 2 hours, it was easier to not bathe and use your time to stand in other lines. There were socio-economic issues, too. The camping areas were sold by area and the more expensive the area, the less congestion. Some camp sites were so close together that you could step from one door into the next tent. We were in an area that you could not set up your own tent, but instead you could rent a tent, a yurt, a tepee, a pod or a caravan. This way the area was laid out neatly with plenty of room between spaces. Doesn't mean you could hear the guy in the yurt next door when he coughed, but at least we didn't hear him breathing.


9. When you get that many people in one spot, it may feel safe, but it still pays to be careful. We forgot to lock our yurt one morning and when we returned, one of our air mattresses was gone. But, that was nothing. I just read that there were 2 rapes in the general admission tent camps. Luckily we were in the high rent district where there were security guards at each entrace so we only had mattress thieves.

Reporting from London, the day after...

Liz"

I really don't think there is anything at all I could add to Liz's report. Just thought some of you might appreciate a light-hearted yet accurate report from across the pond!! Please let me know if YOU have had an interesting trip or attended an unusual event! I would love to have you as a guest blogger!!

Until next time...

Sunday, July 18, 2010

A JULY TO FORGET

Hello again, Blogging Buddies. My apologies for the very lengthy delay in posting. Perhaps you'll understand it.

My last post on July 1st was to tell you about my little R&R to Texas. Good thing I got that out that morning. Things went south for me, physically, at lunch that day and continued to deterioriate. Nothing major, mind you. Just some things that created issues I would rather not be dealing with at this time... or ever.

Unfortunately, things also began deteriorating for my pal, Dude, the second week of July. Now then, for those of you who don't know, Dude was my pal... my buddy... my "I want to be nearby... but don't pick me up!" kitty. He came to us as a "rescue kitty" from a vet's office in Austin. My friend, Anne A., knew we had lost our only kitty several months previously and called me to tell me about this cat that would be "perfect for you and (the spousal-unit)." Quite honestly, I wasn't really up for it. It was 2002 and I had recently (within 24 months) lost my father, my first cousin, and my mother. I just didn't feel like there was a need to bring a pet into the household. I really did not want anything that would need to be taken care of at that point.

Okay. So, I'm such a wuss. I agreed to go see this "perfect" cat with my friend, Anne, as she just wouldn't let it go. Off we went. When we arrived, "Monkey" (the cat's name at that point) was in a small cage in the front office area, hanging out, and quite mellow about the whole thing. She removed him from the cage and set him down. He was interested in things around him but wasn't at all rambunctious or trying to escape. He just wandered about, sniffing and smelling, and finally did a "head-roll" at my feet. Cute. Okay. I'm such a sucker.

So... after providing some information, we loaded him into the carrier and he headed to my house with me. He continued to be quite mellow and not at all concerned as other cats I had owned were when relocated to a new environment. He was pretty much at home right away.

He was renamed "Dude" after consultation with my step-munchkin. He was a very handsome kitty of Maine Coon roots and "Dude" just seemed to be appropriate.

Well, Dude had a bout of illness several years ago in Austin. He was treated extensively and sent home. I was told "Well, he won't ever have that problem again." That was not an accurate statement.

In January and again in February of this year, I took him to a vet to whom I had been referred with my comments that I was noticing the behavior that had led up to the extensive treatment in Austin several years ago. I wanted to "nip it in the bud", if possible. I was provided with medications which I thought were antibiotics. (Sorry... I am totally non-medical and don't know one med from another. I have to trust the medical person with whom I am working.) While he didn't seem to be completely "cured", he did not appear to worsen. When I took him in to that same vet for his annual exam the second week of July, I mentioned that he still wasn't quite right and I thought we needed to revisit treatment. After a cursory exam, I was given more of the same medication I had received previously. This was Thursday the 8th. Dude exhibited a slight reaction to the vaccinations on Friday but did eat and drink. On Saturday, he seemed fine in the morning but things really went south Saturday evening... of course... when there is no place to take him. (This isn't Austin, folks.)

Without further detail, and I apologize for so much already, we took Dude to a second vet on Monday who told us more in the first 5 minutes than we had learned from the first vet in multiple visits. I also discovered that the medication given to Dude was not an antibiotic which was very surprising. At any rate, we began steroid and antibiotic therapy. By Friday the 16th, we saw no improvement. Dude had not eaten since the Friday before. This is always a sign things are not going to end well. We returned him to the second vet who is very kind and very empathetic and very supportive. He gave him fluids, gently suggested that his best chance was a trip to the LSU vet school in Baton Rouge, and we decided to take him home that night. When I had to realize there would be no improvement with basic care, it was time to make the final decision.

Now... those of you who know me well know my thoughts about extreme measures and extraordinary efforts to provide care. Not just to pets, but I think sometimes we go too far with people, as well. Every individual certainly has the right to his/her own opinion and the right to go as far as they choose. But I am not one to push for measures that I don't feel will end in the same quality of life as experienced previously.

So... I had to send the spousal-unit back to the vet with Dude on Saturday morning. I'm such a chicken. I just couldn't go. I didn't want to make a big boo-hoo scene in the vet's office. I'm sure there are those who appreciate that. I did give Dude a good brushing and told him goodbye as I placed him in the carrier. Needless to say, my Saturday sucked.

The remaining kitty, Demon (also named after consultation with the step-munchkin and very appropriately named as we have learned!), does not seem to be overly concerned. I think he knew Dude was not well. Demon is also a "rescue kitty" who was retrieved from a former co-worker when she sent out an email about finding him. She was not able to keep him herself. So we will continue to enjoy a furry friend in the household but I am not considering additional pets. Please don't call me. :)

I wish Dude a very loving farewell and so appreciate the fun and laughs and love he brought into my life. I sure hope all of my pets are waiting to see me again when it's my turn to check out. :)


Until next time...

Thursday, July 1, 2010

DECOMPRESS... GOOD TO DO

Heidy-Ho, Blogging Buddies! I have let too much time pass again but I hope you will forgive me.

At the strong recommendation of the spousal-unit (who is the most likely to note any less-than-favorable behaviors on my part!), I scheduled a short R&R for the purposes of decompression. I have returned, refreshed, and ready to continue to face whatever comes.

I know you are accustomed to reading my rants... but this time I have a rave for you!

I absolutely stumbled upon the Lillie Marlene B&B while searching for decompression spots. How lucky can one get?!? I knew where I was headed (west for those of you who might be confused) but I wanted something peaceful, quiet, mellow, and adult... not likely to be a motel with a herd of young'uns vacationing with Mom & Dad. Uh-uh. I spent a lot of time (four hours!) online reviewing B&Bs in the area where I wanted to spend time. The Lillie Marlene had excellent reviews and appeared to have the location and the ambience I was seeking. So... I headed west, snatched up my best friend, Jean, and we continued west to the world of vineyards (Texas ones) and relaxation. We were completely thrilled with our little B&B which was a separate guest house next door to our hosts' (Marlene's & Pat's) residence. It was only 3 blocks off of Main Street which is where the insanity lies and the shopping begins. It was like visiting a friend's house rather than staying in a little room attached to a big house. We had a full kitchen, a covered carport, a den with TV & DVD selections, and quiet. Wonderful silence. We met our hostess upon our arrival. She pointed out the refrigerator items for us. Not just breakfast!! Oh no!! This fridge was loaded with goodies. A split of wine. Two Shiner Bocks. Two bottled waters. Juice in a pitcher. Milk. Homemade granola. That was just what was IN the fridge!! Outside of the fridge we found some marvelous brownies, berry muffins, and... the crowning touch... our host's homemade bread!! This must be what Heaven is like when one first arrives. It certainly felt that way. I encourage any of you in need of restoration to book your time at this lovely little place. If you do, please tell them I sent you!!

Saturday brought us inviting weather and a list of nearby wineries from which to choose. :) We started at Becker Vineyards only because it was the first one we came to!! While it was a little too big and crowded for our taste, we had the most delightful pourer... a French gentleman born and raised in Morocco with a great accent and an incredible moustache! Our second stop was at the winery recommended by our hosts (their favorite), Pedernales Cellars. This was a smaller operation and we enjoyed chatting with our pourer... who moved to Central Texas from Alaska!! What a shock that must have been for her! Our third stop was at a lovely, small Woodrose Winery which offered up table-side tastings and good munchies one could purchase to enjoy with the tastings. We had the cheese plate for two and it was a wonderful snack to ready us for our continued trek! (This was also the winery where I found my new favorite beverage.) Our fourth (and last!) stop for the afternoon was the Torre di Pietra winery which, unfortunately, was the only disappointing stop of the day. The tasting area was dark, not clearly marked, and had a rather dank atmosphere that limited my ability to enjoy it. The wines were not stellar (in MY opinion) and this was the only winery where I did not make a purchase.

So... while I waited perhaps too long to make this visit, I am glad I have done it. I will also make a note to not wait quite so long before my next decompression!! (I really don't want to subject the spousal-unit to the horrors he must have been facing when he suggested I leave!)

Until next time...