Saturday, some of my favorite ladies and I packed our coolers and headed to the A.W.O.L. music fest here in Charlotte. Did I mention that it was BYOB as long as you didn't have glass containers? Sold!
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| Linds, Abby, Charlene, and moi |
We heard awesome sets by bands like B.P.L, Matrimony, Paper Tongues and Mike Posner. (Yes, the guy that sings "Cooler Than Me".)
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| The lead singer of Paper Tongues and our resident interpretive dancer |
It was hipster paradise out there. More than once, we smelled the distinct odor of cannabis wafting through the air. (I must say, those people have balls to be tokin' up in broad daylight.) This may explain something else we saw:
Cargo shorts. Everywhere.
What is with the predominance of cargo shorts? I don't understand their popularity. What the hell are you carrying around that you need that many pockets? What's so wrong with a nice pair of plain ol' khaki shorts?
The combo of cargo shorts and the w-a-s-t-e-d lady in front of us doing hour upon hour of interpretive dancing led my friend Abby to (wisely) conclude: "I think this is why concerts are usually at night." Aka...in the dark, where hot pants-clad self can interpretively dance to your blood alcohol's content.
How can we end the epidemic of cargo shorts?
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