Summer, Country, and Procrastination

I am probably the worst blogger ever. I think it's safe to say my posts will be limited to one a month. I get very tired of staring at a computer screen. I don't even know where February went. I'm craving summer bad. I'm sitting at my kitchen table, glaring out at the snow like I just found out it talked shit behind my back, willing it to melt. Melt, bitch, melt! This is the time of year I get antsy. Hell, who am I kidding. I was getting antsy in November. I dislike the cold. Instead of working on my assignments, I'm daydreaming about hot summer days spent lounging in the shade with a book or magazine. I'm thinking about numerous summer activities I love: running outside, hiking, picnics, mountain biking, jumping off a dock and swimming in a lake, outdoor concerts/music festivals, camping, sea-doing, boating, ATVing, white water rafting. Those last three are on my to-do list for this summer. Simply having a backyard BBQ with friends, listening to some classic rock and sipping a beer. Man, those are good times.

I mentioned outdoor concerts and music festivals. I LOVE LOVE LOVE these. I went to Sarnia Bayfest last summer for the country night to see Brantley Gilbert. It was the highlight of my summer. I had so much fun. A few red solo cups and a couple of Palm Bays later, and I found myself on a boat until 5am. Sadly, they are on "hiatus" this year because there is not enough revenue to meet costs. There are, however, other festivals, country ones, specifically, where I can tip a drink or two back and watch THIS GUY (see video; because we all know there's at least one at every event).

Country music festivals have this laid-back vibe that I find captivating. It reminds me of a hippie culture; everyone pops up a tent or trailer, sits back in a lawn chair with a cooler of beer next them, gets a fire going and plays music before the concert starts. The air is thick with barbeque smoke and smells of a mixture of charred burgers, hotdogs, and oh yes, weed. Everyone's just so chill and relaxed. I wonder why...

This is why I'm looking forward to August. I'll be going to the Boots & Hearts festival one weekend, and the Havelock Jamboree the next. Could I be anymore hick? It's nice to be carefree for a weekend and to be among likeminded people who just want to have a good time. So as I sit here surrounded by assignment papers, staring out at the shitty mountain of snow, I fantasize about the summer to come. I feel it's going to be a good one.