Last night I was setting up my tent at a music festival in Mexico, not sure what town. An acquaintance of mine was the festival manager. Apparently there was some sort of problem with the event permits, and she was freaking out, running around trying to settle something on the phone. I could tell she was about to cry.
I got all my stuff arranged and everyone else seemed to be all arranged as well. There was a HUGE Christmas tree in the middle of our camp. I got out my drum and was heading to a circle when she stopped me and said that we all had to pack up and leave because the fire marshal was not accepting the permits because they were not originals, they had been faxed. I was upset with her because the festival was going to be amazing, and now we were all being forced to leave. People were angry.
I decided to go play my drum anyway, but as soon as I started, I was accosted by official looking men who forced me back to the camp to tear down. I put my drum in my van and noticed someone was playing some Chopin loudly. I walked over to the sound and found a little boy, I mean maybe four inches tall, about ten years old. He was hugging a quartz crystal nearly as tall as he was. I crawled up to him and asked if that was him playing the Chopin. He said yeah. He loved Chopin and crystals. I picked him up and asked if he'd like to hang out with me because I thought he had good taste.
I was walking him back to my camp, nestled in the palm of my hand. He was talking away, but I could barely hear him, he was so small. Then he called my mobile phone, and I could hear him better. He said, "I don't know if this not hearing me thing works in my favor or not, because you could assume I was saying one thing, when I was really saying another." I said to him that I would only assume positive things would come from his mouth because of his superb taste in music and crystals. He asked me if that meant that I'd be interested in going on a date with him. I laughed and reminded him that I was definitely way too old and too big for him. He was a little disappointed, but he agreed that I was right after all.
We found my friend, the festival manager, and she was mumbling to herself that this was such a travesty. That she's never been more embarrassed. That she hated living in Tijuana, and she was going to move.