A Writer's Bucket List

Hippie Fest

Aur and I were so excited to be heading to the Hippie festival. We'd planned this day since before we ever wrote the bucket list. Matt of course, tagged along. Floyd was no where to be seen after we'd got home yesterday. I was about to shut the door when I felt the door stop. Behind the door was Floyd, his hand grabbing the door from the top. He looked like hell. His hair was pulled back in a hair tie. He had black shades that made it impossible to see through to his eyes. I didn't really want to talk so I just let the door go and headed to Blue. We all decided to take Blue because a buggy was more suited for the situation. I was getting in the driver's seat when I caught a glimpse of Floyd. He was lighting a cigarette. I was still standing there with Blue's door open, staring at him. "Are you coming?" I asked a little annoyed. He looked gruffy. He was wearing black skinnies, black Doc Marten's, and a pink tie dye shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

"Yeah," his voice sounded raspier than usual. He put his fingers to his mouth, taking a last long drag. I could see his biceps flex, with that simple motion.

"Hurry," I said getting in finally. I turned on Blue and looked through the rear view mirror. Floyd was strutting to the car, his hand jammed in his pocket. I could sense the aura of I-Don't-Really-Give-A-Fuck and arrogance he carried with him. He opened the door in the back and got in next to Matt. The smell of the cigarette he'd smoked overpowered everything in Blue.

"You good, man?" asked Matt, a hint of concern in his voice. I drove off and flipped on the radio. Aur was singing along to the song playing, and Matt was still studying Floyd.

"I'm great Matt. Just drop it." Floyd snapped at Matt. I fumbled for my cat eye shaped shades in the glove compartment. I slid them on so that I could discretely look back at Floyd through the rear view mirror. Turn left on Florence. I glanced down at the gps.

"Have you went before?" Aur twisted her torso to look at Matt.

"For as long as I've known Woodstock over here," replied Matt. Matt was wearing a gray shirt with bleach splattered everywhere on it. He left his brown hair curly, a bandana on it.

"Are you serious?" Asked Aur a little surprised. They carried on in conversation that I wasn't really listening to. I was watching Matt whenever I wasn't looking at the road. He'd rolled down the window and had his hand dangling out of it. Why don't you tell him something Aur? His face was turned to the window, but I don't really know what he was looking at.

"You missed a turn," Floyd called out. What? Shit. I heard the GPS say something. Re Routing.

"Just turn left twice, we'll be on the west side of the festival." Floyd grunted, still facing the window.

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It was just as amazing as I'd daydreamed about. I could here psychedelic rock coming out of different vans and suv's parked all around. It was in a huge park, secluded away from city noise. The place where the festival was being held was more to the north side of the park, where there weren't any play grounds or cement around. I could smell marijuana being burnt everywhere. It was pure, I could tell by the smell. There were a few gypsy stands scattered around. Some said palm readings, others said card readings, and some had jewelry out for sale. There were little canopies lined with clothes of the hippie culture. I was overwhelmed and just wanted to buy everything. I heard Aur shriek from behind me. She left Matt's side to pull onto my arm and jump around . We were both shrieking.

"O M G ! I knowwwww!!! I want everything!" Exclaimed Aur.

"Help me look for someone selling records, Oh my gawddd! Let's get hennas!" I couldn't keep the excitement in.

"I know an Indian lady that does hennas and eyebrows a little further that way," said Matt pointing left. We followed Matt to a green canopy with dark drapes all around. There was a bulky chair in the middle and a little table with a white bowl and thread. There were little bottles filled with oils.