My roommate speaks French sometimes. Not to me (for the sake of not wasting his time), but to other people who speak French. Consequently, I often enjoy the company of Native Frenchmen and Women that he acquaints with. I have mastered a few phrases over the years: I am a pineapple, I am a little girl, I am tired, Sorry, I don't know, I don't speak French and the car is not working.
To mine and the rest of America's benefit, most of Kent's French friends speak English rather fluently. When they don't, I like to imagine I am a human thesaurus, spewing synonyms from the deepest wells of my mind. For this reason and many others, I was pleasantly surprised when Kent's French friend, Noemie, invited me to the Square Lake Music and Film Festival.
We met at 9:30 Saturday morning and biked approximately 35 miles from The Hub Bike Co-op to Square Lake outside of Stillwater. The event offered a 75% discount to bikers as incentive to take the scenic Gateway Trail that departs from the State Capital and lands right in the middle of cornfields and dude ranches. In short, a two day weekend excursion became the best rest and relaxation I've had all summer.
A Peace Coffee Bio-diesel Van kindly and deliberately delivered our camping equipment to a stranger's backyard. For the past seven years, this mini-fest has been ironicallly situated behind someone's house. A slight hill and wide ditch afford the perfect layout for a small stage and a storage barn displays short films periodically throughout the afternoon and evening.
Favorite Performers:
Ragassa
Black Blondie
Fort Wilson Riot
Happy Apple
Spaghetti Western String Co.
Favorite Short: "Flesh" by Victor Rukavina & Eric Carlson
Recent Purchase: Being John Malkovich . . . and so on . . .
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