I'm still wounded from all the celebrities who have rejected me on Facebook. Oh well. At least, Justin Trudeau is still my friend. He is at home right now, by the way, in case you were wondering. Yesterday, to make myself feel better from all the rejection, I decided to spend the afternoon watching Wimbleton and Under-20-year olds playing soccer at Irene's with a pretty hardcore group of drinkers. Then, I went out on the street, thinking I could buy a cheap ticket to see the Under-20-year-olds play soccer in person. Wrong. $100 a ticket. Then, I went to the Bluesfest and heard George Thorogood do his BBBBBad song and some Chinese DJ kid who uses a flipchart as part of his schtick. Today, I have a kind of hit-by-a-truck feeling which I attribute to 1) rejection 2) alcohol 3) bar food 4) the Bluesfest.
I don't like the new Bluesfest. It feels too big and overwhelming. I can't walk there easily. It's spread out all over the place. I did love the Bob Dylan show, even though I barely saw him, and, as one Facebooker noted, he looked like he had to pee badly as he squirmed around behind the little keyboard. I guess he wasn't very nice, not even participating in the Blues in the Schools program thingy, but I don't care. I love him. I love Bob, but am not happy with the Bluesfest this year.
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