Jun. 30, 2008 at 12:16pm
A frozen moment in time on a hot summer day
Urban Art Festival
(written Sunday June 29, 2008 at 1:03 pm)
I'm sitting at a bistro table outside an Irish pub in Tacoma called Paddy Coyne's. The cars are grumbling by, adding their own gusts to the gentle breeze on this warm summer day. I've momentarily taken a break from the festival. A breather if you will. Several people have asked me which stage I'm performing on - but I'm not here in this capacity today. I'm just a happy relaxed guest enjoying a mini-vacation with my favorite hometown friends. Not a big fan of porta-poddies, I've purchased a diet coke from Paddy Coyne's in order to feel justified in using their facilities. They don't have to-go cups so I'm drinking it here and taking in the sights.
I can easily tell which people are heading to the festival taking place just a half a block away. They are wearing festival clothing - indian printed sarongs, tank tops, beat up straw cowboy hats and all varities of sandals. Some have dreadlocks, bandanas, many piercings and tribal tatoos. Many are surely breaking out their summer clothes for the first time this year.
Kitty corner from my perch I can see the leftover chalk drawings from the Friday Chalk Off Challenge two days ago at Frost Park. The overnight sprinklers have done thier work, making the drawings look like they are crying for lack of attention and jealousy for nearby Fireman's Park and all the festivities happening there today.
I can hear the thundering bass from one of the nearby festival stages. This rhythmic booming is punctuated by the occasional Harley Davidson cruising by grunting its masculine power.
Foot traffic here is lighter than I expected, though its still early. The usual suspects are already there and have been for many hours. Some of the festival organizers actually spent the night camping in the park to watch over the gear they set up last night. We almost joined them but decided against it. We needed our sleep and a hot shower to be prepared for this sweltering day. They told us that the clanking of the trains passing by woke them at regular intervals.
It's now just barely 1 pm and I imagine the partiers of Tacoma just recovering from their Saturday night exploits. They are just now bathing and dressing for the day. I'm sure they'll be here soon to start the party all over again in the afternoon sun.
It's time for me to get back to the festival and join my friends. It's going to be a great day.
comments  | posted under Angela Jossy, festival, Fireman's Park, Frost Park, Tacoma, Urban ArtComments
by Steph DeRosa on 6/30/2008 @ 7:06pm
|Good to see you yesterday! Great synopsis as usual, Angie:)|
by fredo on 6/30/2008 @ 8:26pm
|Nice description of the scene. Always enjoy your postings.|
by AngelaJossy on 6/30/2008 @ 10:32pm
|Aw shucks. That's nice of you guys to say. I wish I'd written more about what followed but I suppose if you were there then you know and if you weren't, well, you should have been. *smile*
by Heather on 6/30/2008 @ 11:19pm
|All I'm saying is that the iced tea wine was a little too yummy.|