Right before I opened Substack to begin this (overdue) note, I checked my email. And as of 4 minutes ago I received this message:
There are a couple of reasons why this email is rad.
Nostalgia is quite powerful. Its sepia-toned veil radiates warmth. We want to share this warmth with others in an effort to feel the opposite of loneliness. How magical was that period of time, in that you are propelled to nudge your loved ones into a memory so precious that it might thaw a bit of today’s tension?
If you haven’t heard of the Lost Sierra Hoedown, let me paint a picture of the wholesome weekend. And if you know exactly what I’m talking about, I probably don’t believe you. Facebook reviews sum it up perfectly:
Best musical weekend to date for me! Let’s see.... I’m from Iowa so maybe this is just a Cali thing but looking across the audience, zero cell phones in the air! I met so many incredibly smart and sweet hearted new friends!! THE WATER! Oh and like 150 children and never did I see 1 meltdown or even a little fit!!!! These are a few of my favorite things;-) can’t wait till next year! Steve’s up hoe down;-)
Because I just moved up to San Francisco, I don’t have my journal with me. You’ll have to take my word for it; I wrote about my gratitude for a stranger’s kindness & electrifying live music & being surrounded by 150 perfect cherubs. The 2019 Lost Sierra Hoedown would become referred to years from now as “The First One",” the first of many more camp outs with music & adventure & laughter.
Until the government admits that 5G networks spread viruses, our memories of the 2019 Lost Sierra Hoedown will continue to yearn for “The Second One (that year we peaked).” In all honesty the festival hadn’t crossed my mind in over 6 months and I am appreciative for the flood of positive memories.
These days feel quite draining. I don’t need whining voices that refuse to flip the page onto a new chapter. I want someone who energizes me, who wants to share our beautiful & cheerful & nostalgic moments together.
Another thing that happened this week: I talked my roommate out of spending $20 on for a pint of ice cream. It was that time of night and dessert was sounding like an incredible idea. After trying to get Siri to do her job (because what’s the point of voice command if she has selective hearing), we were left with no choice but to type out our request.
“What is ivd cresm?!” We burst into laughter, rolling around on the floor. I realize that this is probably one of those you-had-to-be-there moments BUT this simple mistake seriously struck a chord. And looking back, I think it’s awesome to be thoroughly entertained by insignificant, silly goof-ups.
Like this:
I think we’ve found the ivd cresm. Such an unfortunate shape. Also I’m genuinely curious - why did Easy Breezy pick that picture as it’s menu highlight? It’s…stiff, yeah. AND has gummy bears that cover the entire serving besides The Stiff Part? 🤦🏻♀️
Ha ha ha ha we laughed some more because we agreed that we’re not ready to commit to any ivd cresm. Then this review really throws me for a loop.
Gigi, please help me understand. Why is Easy Breezy being 2-starred for your lack of common sense?
Next time just order a milkshake.