It's been a while since I picked up my sword! The renovations are finished, things have cleared up a bit at work, I'm feeling more or less okay, so I can give it a try.
Especially since I picked a good place to pick up from—that very same cliffhanger. Just so you know what we're talking about, let me remind you that the previous episode ended with a black jeep moving swiftly towards the Friday Happiness Pizza Party. For me personally, the news that this party was outdoors, and even in the mountains where it can get pretty cold at night, came as a bit of a surprise. I had only the vaguest idea of what this whole gig was about — supposedly a rave, and supposedly they bake pizzas there, if you make it in time. Luckily, we arrived right on time — around ten o'clock, I'd say. You could immediately tell the place was popping — even a quick glance revealed dozens of cars parked nearby, but you couldn't hear the noise or see the stage lights from the parking lot, which meant the line of cars stretched even further down the road. And so it did, plus we had to climb a hill to get to the gates.
The territory of the mini-fest is located on the hills, and essentially neo-hippies live there in a sort of commune. Moving there to live and volunteer is easy; the non-profit crew that organizes it all has a website fridayhappiness.org.
At the gates, we were greeted by this funny sign, and in fact, more than one.
