So really, what is the big deal about
fests? A huge group of drunk, dirty people climbing on roofs and taking over streets and fields? This does not sound like my idea of fun. And yet, every spring quarter people crawl out of the woodwork to get to these things. What is the allure? Today is Palmer Fest and as one of the bigger fests, everyone is there. Well, everyone but me. I participated in a
diversity conference today so I did not go to Palmer, but all day long I have been getting mad texts telling me to get to Palmer, and when I explain that I can't go, it's "oh, poor thing, sucks for you." No. It doesn't. I don't want to be
lit on fire or have a couch hurled at me. And, it's cold this year, so why would you want to be out day drinking in 50 degree weather? If there is a fest I will risk it all for, it's number fest, this year
7 fest. Man, I love me some number fest. I don't know what it is, but there's something about getting muddy and running around in a field that gets my heart pumping, and being legally allowed to drink doesn't hurt either. I mean, look at this picture- don't you wish you could have been there?
A fest isn't a fest without mud!
Photo courtesy myself
Handsome, right?
Photo courtesy myself
As college students, we just can't resist the excuse to drink outdoors with all of our friends enjoying those final weeks of spring quarter. We love the sun, we love the music, we love the people. Fest season is one of the things that makes Athens, Athens and many students are just as attached to the fests as they are the campus. And isn't that strange?
