Anywho, the day started with sunshine and COLD. It's SO cold up here, which just isn't right, I mean - it's not like we're North enough to warrant Arctic freeze - but here we were, well into shriveledge temperatures, making me SO glad I'd not gone with Aaron's style-sense - i.e. wearing a kilt. He came to really regret his wearing of such garb, or at least he came to regret wearing it in the traditional matter, as I wrassled him a bit after the show and .... well, I let his dangly bits free. The got all over. It was very sad, and I scarred some of the locals permanently, I fear.

The festival in full swing. Numerous booths of candles and books and jewlery and knives. No food though. Sigh.

We played okay, considering I couldn't hear anything... but we had bellydancers, and that generally makes everything better. They breed them beautiful in Oberlin.

Our sound check gathered a huge crowd, and we should've figured a way to start our show then, but we waited till our assigned slot - still drew a crowd (perhaps everyone who was there), but the bulk of the peoples had meandered home.

Aaron, all dishevelled after the dangly bits freedom moment.