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 previous).

I did manage to yell at a few people that 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.