Where have all the hippies gone?

To the Mayfire Arts festival! No arts festival is complete without spacey Jam bands, drum circles and Capoeira, the traditional dance of liberal art hippies. I actually ran into a co-worker from work at the Arts Festival, and we exchanged pleasantries. Ironically, I have never spoken to her at work before, and here we were, forced to acknowledge each other's presence, and I didn't even know her name. After the festival, I was introduced to my first Krispy Kreme Donut, and the rest was history. You may realize now, that there isn't much history to consuming a donut. A lot people use that phrase, but technically, everything becomes history once it occurs. Of course, some histories are more interesting than others. For example, "I bought insurance, and the rest was history" makes an uninteresting story.
I met up with my cousin Charlene who is in town for medical research. Well, not as a subject, but as the researcher. She'll be in town for two non-consecutive months. Much bumbling antics and comedy of errors traversed before we actually met up. I wonder, are there tragedies of errors? The Brown Sugar cafe on Commonwealth was a lot more yuppie-fusion than I had expected. I went on a date at the Brown Sugar cafe near my house, and it was a pleasant evening. As was tonight. Then I came home and updated my blog to the one you're looking at right now after ditching my friends for a lame night in.