Three Days In Woodstock

Woodstock Night

Woodstock isn’t a destination, it’s a state of mind.

Every morning feels like Sunday, every afternoon like Saturday and every evening feels like church. There is a unique charm to the jagged little town built into the side of the Catskill Mountains. Its quirky architecture and funky colored Victorians tell stories without saying a word. You can lose the beaten path in a couple minutes time simply by taking a hard left or right; the side streets behave very much like channels of a forgotten sea. Woodstock is a snow globe variation of town and country as if penned by Thoreau.

After my run, Q and me made plans to see Oceans 8 in the late afternoon. We tucked in a quick jaunt to the grocery store to pick up some particulars for our evening menu. A craving for Bloody Mary grilled cheese sandwiches was prevailing, as was the need for some late night snacks to sate ourselves after cruising the four twenty. We ain’t tokers by any means, but when in Rome . . yanno?

Deer

The ride to the theater is much the same as a ride to anywhere else when it comes to this neck of the woods. It becomes a road trip, replete with rolling passages out of a Currier and Ives fever dream. The miles read like chapters in a book out of a time before progress birthed chain restaurants and every single person, place and thing became a brand.

As for the movie, welp . . here’s a quick shot review on it, because why not?

The best spin-off since I don’t remember when. Sandra Bullock and Cate Blanchett are a hot buttah get down of a dynamic duo, and their cast of characters . . I thought, were infinitely more interesting than the Oceans 11 gang. Sandra plays Debbie Ocean, little sister to Danny, and she’s keeping on with the family business by planning a rather artful heist. Cate Blanchett rides shotgun as Lou, her sister from another mister. They wrangle up a sexy as all get out posse and then, they pull off the ultimate cinematic heist. They make the Oceans franchise, theirs now.

Later on, back at the ranch, we played carnival with more Woodstock festival tunes whilst I broke the seal on some Woodford Reserve. We buddied them up with some frosty bottles of brew and immersed ourselves once more in the counter culture movement that culminated in those three days of peace and music.

Right

The provocative blueprint of those sammys did not disappoint. And then I broke out a Cuban cigar, which had been gifted me by my Canadian counterpart for this three day summit. And as we sipped our tumblers into a divine rhythm on the porch, a family of deer decided to crash our party by strolling across the backyard and reminding us who really owns this place. And then a little later on, we achieved the manifest destiny of all those who visit Woodstock proper. Needless to say, we arrived at the corner of peaceful and easy, and it was a magnificent trip.

We talked about the morning, and about our planned trip to Bethel- the site of a three day festival of music and peace that would change everything. And I think we wondered, silently, whether it would be everything we’d built it up to be over our two days together.

We had no idea.

 

 

23 thoughts on “Three Days In Woodstock”

  1. B,

    Perfect tune for this “episode” of our journey. When in Woodstock, indeed… 🙂
    Gawd, she was gorgeous as a young thing, that Grace Slick!

    As for this, I love how you are bringing me back to that getaway, week after week. And now, as it’s lunchtime, I’m thinking of making myself a certain kind of sammy…. (I’ll check to make sure I have sturdier bread, though!)
    We didn’t have the foggiest clue of just what was in store, did we? Pleasantly surprised is overwhelmingly inadequate.

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    1. Q,
      Grace Slick was a sexy thang, indeed!
      Sturdy bread IS a must, but I loved it just the same. Nothing wrong with a messy sammy, so long as there are plenty of napkins AND you are in the privacy of your abode so’s you don’t have to be self conscious, lol.
      Nope, we had no blessed idea. I mean, I think it taught us one thing. That you really can’t have any idea about something like that. You gotta be there. That’s when our immersion took on a wholly different life.

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      1. B,
        That she was.
        And yes… I’m all for a messy sammy – but not necessarily on a first date! Appearances and all that… 😀
        Nope, no clue. And I am sure there are those who will think we’re nuts but I’m ok with that. We chose to immerse ourselves and allow the vibe to envelop us…

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      2. That sammy is NOT first date worthy, I agree, buahahaha!
        And as for Grace, I wonder who would play her in a movie? She had a unique look and vibe to her.
        I ain’t much care, ever, for what peeps think when it comes to critiquing my stuff. They ain’t pay my bills, so there’s that. I much prefer to keep the company of peeps who get what it’s all about . . .;)

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      3. Not if you wanna show your grace and poise, anyway…
        I wonder indeed…none come to mind right-quick.
        And no, what other people think is their own business, anyway!
        Good thing you know a few, eh?

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      4. I ain’t got any grace and my poise is running on empty, so there’s that.
        I do not have a blessed idea as to who might spell the cinematic Grace, but Imma find that vixen if it’s the last thing I do! Okay . . Imma probably forget about it as soon as I finish this comment . . .
        And amen sistah!
        Yes, my circle is small, but tight. Just the way I like it.

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      5. I’m a “nut”, remember? Your words. And I thank you for ’em. It brings me back to my childhood when mi madre would accuse me of such a thing.

        Cheers to eating messy sammys with peeps who ain’t gonna judge you for it.

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    1. T Shizz,

      Nope, you right. It was a natural high that was busy going strong throughout that trip. It’s just that, Linds B hooked us up with the mellowest, chillest stuff imaginable. I am a real lightweight who does not often venture into anything that doesn’t come out of a bottle, lol.

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    1. Boss,
      I laughed at myself whilst running in the rain, so it was all good on that note.
      As for the laughs, they were galore indeed. Bushels of ’em. Seeing as how we WERE in the country and all . . .

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  2. I am, right now, in the process of rereading Gustave Flaubert’s Madame Bovary, for the umpteenth time. Every time I read Flaubert, obviously in the original French, I am struck what he is able to do with vocabulary, grammar, and syntax. Each time I read him, I always wonder How in the hell does he write like that? But, all that is a separate issue.

    When I read your wonderful stories, I often wonder How in the hell does he write like that? As much as I would love to rip you to shreds for writing crap and fluff, I am just not able. You write neither crap nor fluff, and it always leaves me in awe. Whatever you write, I might have apprehensions at the beginning, but by the end I have to say Well Fuck it’s just brilliant. Alas . . .

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    1. Billy,
      I ain’t down with crap or fluff, so thank you kindly. We talked about this recently, the idea of “lazy writing”. It drives me bat shit crazy!
      Don’t get me wrong, there are days where I am feeling it and days where I am “meh”. But still, it HAS to matter. No matter what you write or where you write it, it has to matter or don’t fucking write it.
      Not very poetic, I know, but that’s the truth.

      Peace and love, my friend

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