I'm slowly catching up with myself, only a week and a half behind now, yay!
Last Saturday we got up at the crack of dawn for Damien to pick us up at 6:30 and make the longer drive down to Thredbo, which is about twenty minutes past Jindabyne where the Walkers have their lake house. We were going to Thredbo for the Thredbo Blues Festival. Andrew and Damien have been going to this for years, and they've been getting their early for years just so they can get "the perfect seats" which are on the tops side of the pool surrounded by umbrellas in view of the bands. I have to admit it was a good spot to sit but the two of them were so nervous the last half hour of the drive that we'd get there and someone else would have taken their spot, discovered how wonderful it is up there and beaten us there. Apparently the panic is a yearly tradition as well. Andrew and I left Damien to park the car so Andrew could run up and secure our spot, make sure we were safe for another year. When I rounded the bend to the pool at 9:30am it was completely empty except for Andrew and the people setting up for the festival.
The festival didn't actually start until 11am so g [the g was Andrew's contribution to the blog, he felt left out], so people didn't start showing up until 10:30 or so. We did end having a great view of everything though, and were covered by shade for most of the day. The first band sounded like we were in a dentist office so we ignored them. The second one, Gail Page, absolutely blew our socks off. She had 3 guitars and at one point had another one of the performers for the day come play as her second pianist. They were just incredible.
The boys by the pool
It was a bit chilly, hence the hoodie
The crowds around the pool, the bands were playing at the red and white stripped tent
Andrew loves making faces behind me when we try and take a nice photo:
The boys were very excited about Bondi Cigars, who were the last ones to play poolside, so we took a quick dip in the pool while we waited for them to come on. Another great band to listen to but at the end of the day I still think Gail Page was my favorite.
After the last band at the pool we decided to ditch our pool gear at the car and go to one of the bars that had three more hopefully good, acts on. Andrew broke my only pair of shows on the way to the car and they were beyond repair, a good reason as to why girls should always bring two pairs of shoes everywhere they go. Luckily Damien saved the day with his Chuck Taylor Converse that he lent to me so I wouldn't be barefoot.
We did a bit of dance and jamming with the bands until probably 1 at which point I was done for, so Andrew and I headed back to the car to crash while Damien stayed on til the end with the last band. We had figured sleeping in Damien's beast of a SUV wouldn't be a problem because of it's size but the back seat wouldn't fold down. So it was either cramped falling off the back seat, or half sitting up freezing in the front seat, I tried both and it did not provide for a good nights sleep. We've already decided we're booking a room soon for next year so everything isn't sold out like it was this year.
Damien was lucky because he has a swag that he brought along with him. A swag is some weird combination of cushy roll-up and sleeping bag all in a one and waterproof. Damien took his portable, sleep anywhere swag and threw it up on the roof. It made for pure entertainment the next morning when cars drove by and saw him up there.
We packed up pretty early and made our way to Jindabyne for breakfast before heading the rest of the way home. The rest of the weekend was spent lying on the coach, eating take away pizza and watching movies, the best way to spend a Sunday in my book.
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