I went south today, and met up with some friends for the Great American Food And Waiting In Line And Music Festival in Mountain View. Apparently the event planners had grossly underestimated America’s appetite for food, and the lines were so long our group actually began taking them in shifts. The one for burgers was an intimate spiral that wrapped around itself two times, and it was an hour until we were finally united with our meaty bliss.
We waited in line for bacon (sweet, delicious bacon, the candy of meats) for twenty minutes, advancing a mere foot before abandoning that objective for some slightly more attainable southern barbequed meats. We ate and snoozed in the grass, nursing our food comas to the fine jazz stylings of Big Bad Voodoo Daddy.
True to the theme of the day, the most popular topic of conversation seemed to be my close proximity to the finest ice cream in San Francisco.
Right now I’m tapping this out on my phone, and in a few seconds will publish it using the WordPress iPhone application. Technology is pretty amazing, when you take a step back for a moment and consider it. The landscape-mode keyboard is quite possibly my favorite thing in the world.
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I had a bagel plate, bacon and ice cream and then went home… or actually went to someone elses for his best burgers.
Epic failure. How was Big Bad Voodoo daddy?
What time were you there?
Ahh shucks, you got in on the bacon! We were there from about 3 ’til 7.
Big Bad Voodoo Daddy was great, and their horns were on fire. The band, to their credit, was totally on. That said, there’s something really awkward about watching jazz music in the harsh light of the day, in an enormous amphitheater sprinkled with thousands of people.
In a more intimate venue outfitted with darkness and cigarettes we would have easily filled the joint, and it would have been a tight little jump session. As it was I had a tough time really getting into it.