High Fest? Dry Fest? Pie Fest?

This past Saturday was of course High Fest.  I was content on sitting on my porch with the pooch and hanging out with all my friends at my own house, but by 5 pm everyone wanted to go so we made the trek (1.2 miles according to Google maps), all uphill.  Any fest is the perfect time to people watch with so many different people intoxicated in one small area.  On the walk there myself and two other girls I was with attempted to come up with as many names as possible that rhyme with high (which is like 3435423 words).  All the while laughing we noticed there were definitely an increase in uniformed cops and underage kids awkwardly carrying their bookbags full of beer (who are you kidding? You might as well just carry it pal).  We only stayed on the street for an hour when we saw a chubby little guy vomit on his shirt.  I read that the fest was much more tame which is a good outlook to the future weekends, especially PalmerFest which has been terrible the past couple of years. Hopefully everyone else had a safe start to the fest season!