Folk fest. Part 2

Not sure what to say about folk fest other than holy shit my eyes are getting raped. So many crimes against humanity. People need to die.

I'm live blogging again, this time from a table full of strangers and a guy who is calling me dirty boots. Or maybe dirty boobs. And a lady who loves dragon flies. And a guy who broke into a random poem. Fml. There is also a guy wearing plaid on plaid with white sport socks. I chased him down for a pic!

Anyways, here are a few shots of what's going on around me....

Xoxo H