I think I just had a pretty good weekend. Like in the top fifteen best weekends for sure, as of right now anyway. I should probably start telling you about it now. So I went to a Bluegrass festival in Adona. Unfortunately, the car ride there and back was awful. We kept getting lost. I blame my grandmother who just blames the GPS. The festival was filled with talented bands who made me realize bluegrass music does not actually suck. I think I actually like it. Anyways back to the festival. There was this band where the musicians were under the age of eighteen, and they actually won the state competition. My grandpa is in his own bluegrass band, and they played this song about this rooster and it literally killed me. I laughed my head off.
If I wasn’t at the festival I was getting embarrassed on a mountain with my sisters and my grandma. My family loves to hike, but I couldn't care less about it. They wanted to see a waterfall at Petit Jean mountain, so we went. Parked as far from the trail as possible and talked to everyone on the trail going down. We met people from all over like Lousianna and California. They made fun of my “accent” which I don’t think I have but it's whatever. Told four people happy birthday and wished someone congratulations on getting proposed to at the waterfall. My grandma even got their pictures while the guy proposed and had to go out of her way to embarrass me in front of their son and get the lady’s Facebook information. The waterfall was really cool and super cold. But the fun stuff happened back up the mountain. I was starving, unmotivated, hot, and tired. And I ended up getting hurt by a tree root about halfway back which sucked. Eventually, we made it back. I ended up icing my ankle for about two hours and then tried to go back to the festival. I tried to get a chair down a hill to sit where the rest of my family was but it was a mess. I am happy to be home and not injured. I highly recommend going to a festival if you haven’t. Thanks for reading about my weekend!