FRFF 4 Life

Tomorrow morning, I embark on a strange and wonderful journey upstate to the 19th annual Falcon Ridge Folk Festival.  These are the four days of the year when the Batman to my Bruce Wayne gets to come out and play.  Yes, from Thursday until Sunday evening, I will be Sniff This, court jester of our little group of tents up on the hill.

It all started when I went to my first festival with the current line-up of folk folk.  Apparently, the entire weekend the first time they saw me, I was wearing my Sniff This t-shirt, probably because I was too lazy to change.  And when I came back the next year I brought the shirt along and wore it again (for the entire weekend, due to the urging of my fellow folk folk).  By the third year, a new tradition was firmly established, and I’ve been wearing that thing up to Falcon Ridge ever since.  I’m a little worried this year, though.  The shirt started off red and seems to have faded to a dark pink color on the outside.  But whatever color it’s lost, it retains all of it’s original magic.  Indeed,  I’ve noticed strange powers attributed to the shirt: small children will smell me, old women will smell me, couples will smell me, most men will smell me.  Pretty much anyone except for attractive single females my own age will smell me.

Of course, by the fourth day of being out in the sun without a shower or a proper cleansing of any kind, the shirt takes on a completely new meaning.