Happily ComFest wasn’t horrific
Although it’s gotten a lot more mainstream since I last went years ago, which is weird. And I guess good since it must mean that more regular folk are happy to celebrate people who used to get labeled “deviant.” (At least I hope that’s when it means.) I was trying to explain the spirit behind ComFest to Noah but it got easier when the guy with the tattoos, earrings, shaved head, Chuck Taylor shoes and lovely evening gown walked by.
“See?” I told him. “This is an event where people can celebrate who they are and who they want to be and celebrate what anyone else wants to be, too.”
That’s the part of ComFest I like but the crowds — eh. And usually it’s stupid hot. And portapotties are just not something I ever enjoy visiting so there’s that, too.
The reason we broke down and went was because Jessica was singing with her boyfriend’s band but only one song, alas. We danced and Madison wore her “Girls Rock” t-shirt, denim mini and tennis shoes all from E (yes, Becca, it all fit her perfectly!).
Did I mention last night that Noah won an iPod Nano at his orthodontist’s annual swim party? How insane is that? And yesterday he got a paper route; he starts in two weeks.
How funny but I don’t even remember ComFest. Hubby does though. Hmmm
A paper route!? What happened to the little boy? Does it mean I’ve been reading your blog that long? Gasp! Where does the time go?
I was getting a latte at the Starbucks in Target yesterday and a girl was telling her friend behind the counter she was going to ComFest and he was like, “Hippie!”
I’m glad it wasn’t as hot as it normally is. Because you’re right, it’s usually one of the hottest weekends of the summer.