Muddy Waters and Lovely Rain

I am in love. Very much in love. Still dancing on a fluffy cloud. Dancing away around in the knee-high mud and loving it all. I just loved it. The friendlyness, the music, the feeling of freedom of sleeping outdoors, the whole shobang. All there was to worry about was to not get too muddy, get some food, prioritize bands, endure the toilet-visits. Easy life. No job-worries, no kitchen installators to yell at, no fiddling with builders, nothing.

And also I think I might have fallen a little bit in love. Just a little. La Kit says I am too romantic, to easily falling in love, too rushing into things, I don´t know. I just know I like him a lot, and I spent a lot of time with him, and he is lovely the little Kangaroo....

We texted for a bit and then he chased us up at Friday morning. There he was in the Orange tent, where you can charge your phone, standing there just being so cute, big smile, strong body, happy
camper. And we had a lot of fun during the day on Friday in all friendlyness, and then he came along for the Lost Vagueness on Friday night too.

LV is an area within Glastonbury which is a burlesque and very cool version of Las Vegas. La Kit and I were dressed up, I as a retro-sailor and she as a burlesque Latino-Lolita. And we danced away, and Mr Sketch joined in, weirdly enough. So we had a bit of a drama when Mr Kangaroo came along and took me by the hand like a strong Crocodile Dundee. All very bizarre when Mr Sketch ended up confining in La Kit, who is not his biggest fan, that he was very jealous and that he felt he had made a mistake to leave me. Well, as I told him, who the hell said I wanted him to stay on? Anyway, Mr Kangaroo and I danced away into the Salsa-tent and then we jived all night at the Gay-Bingo. Hilarious. And kissed a lot.

To top the drama up a bit, Mr Cosby decided to "freestyle down to Glasto to rock up the place a bit". Being slightly disturbed he insisted on seeing me although I told him I wasn´t the least interested in this. So I did my best to avoid him but ended up meeting up quickly on Sunday morning, just to meet a very drunk and stoned Mr Cosby with a bottle of brandy in his hand, mumbling that I was very unfriendly and that I must have met someone. So we ended up yelling at eachother in the Orange tent. Thankfully, La Kit was there to save me, again, and we escaped from him and his crazy stone-high friend. Bah.

Spent the rest of the weekend with La lovely Kit and met up with Mr Kangaroo here and there. And kissed. And held hands. And had Chai Latte in the Chaiwalla tent. He is lovely. He smells like a baby, even after 5 days at Glasto, he makes me laugh, he is kind, intelligent, shares my music, dances like a God.

So all in all. The Glasto-mud washed out Mr Cosby and Mr Sketch forever and built up a new friendship that I have no idea where it will go. We still have the Canadian girlfriend to wash out. But she seems to be half-way down the drain too. He says "well she is gone back to Canada now anyway". Not sure what this means. Not sure if he does either.

Just know that I have a severe post-Glasto-depression, strong feelings for a Kangaroo with a Canadian luggage and that I should not be getting into deep just yet. We´re both away for a few weeks now and said we would meet up when back. Maybe things have cleared up then.

I just want to go back to Glasto, to the mud, to the rain. I loved it so.