Kerrville?! Why would I want to go there?
A while back, my good frirend Teel told me about this place called Kerrville. Being somewhat perceptive, I noticed that Teel seemed to like this place a lot. A LOT. Like A LOT, A LOT. No really. More than that.
After finally letting my mind accept the fact that if I went to the Kerrville Music and Wine festival, I would have to be camping the entire weekend, possibly w/o showering. I did enough of that back as a kid to know that it’s not my cup of tea, coffee, beer, or soy protein drink. However, feeling adventurous and curious, I decided to jump in.
I would say that I got more than I expected, but how can you really expect something like Hippies named Shaggy, sampling and passing out numerous Texas wines, skinny dipping and staying up till 5AM with about 20 other people listening to lots of folk music and comtemplating life?
Without a doubt, my favorite part of the weekend was being on wine duty, where people would give someone else a dollar for a ticket and then give me a ticket for “a taste” of wine. The quotation marks are because as I “tasted” the wine myself, my “tastes” got bigger. For both me and the ticket holders. It was a win/win situation. Except that I was on a red wine table, and I strictly prefer sweet white wine. But that just meant I got to make friends with … uh, um … some vinyard that had a really good traditional Reisling. Man, I wish I remembered who it was. Mind you, snake bites can be pretty nasty.
By the time it was over, I was sleep deprived to the point where I was seeing things, stinky and having problem comprehending the English language. All the signs of a good time.
— Tommy now thinks that hippies are cool!