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Aug. 8th, 2005 06:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ceebeegeeThis weekend Doug and I went with Seth, Rachel and Rachel's cousin Lisa to Newport where Doug's parents have a house. Seth and Rachel attend the Newport Folk Festival every year (I was thinking this was the Newport Jazz Festival)--it features all sorts of well-known and up-and-coming folk singers. We got there kind of late Friday and went straight to the Friday evening program which featured Arlo Guthrie (son of Woody Guthrie, composer of "This Land is Your Land"--Arlo also composed "Alice's Restaurant" and "City of New Orleans"). I've actually seen Arlo perform before on Martha's Vineyard back in high school--my dad used to be into folk music in a minor way and he took me to see him. After Arlo we went to the house for the first time--it's so nice! It looks small but it's quite spacious inside and very cute. Unfortunately we got there too late to be able to eat or have a drink anywhere--everything was closed. Doug's parents told us the next day that there are places in Newport proper (the house was actually right near the border to the next town) that are open quite late. We were MOST chagrined not to have any real food or drink--we were forced to go to the Cumberland Farms (or Cumby's, as they call it in New Hampshire--I would love to see a sign saying "Cum to Cumby's!") and get something to eat there (and they didn't have beer!). Trauma. We got over it and settled down for the night.
Saturday Seth, Rachel, Lisa and their two friends Jessica and Steve spent all day at the Festival, and Doug and I joined them in the aftrenoon. Doug and I went to a diner nearby that his parents had recommended for breakfast--it was a wait but well worth it. I ordered a combo with an egg, pancake, hash browns, toast and sausage patty, and noticed that they had some specialty pancakes listed on the greasboard, including "carrot-raisin" pancakes. I asked if I could have one. Oh. My. God. Fucking amazing. The best pancake I've ever had--it was topped with brown sugar and then whipped cream with cinnamon. It tasted like carrot cake--it was so damn YUMMY.
We joined them later on and hung out at the Festival. I saw on the schedule that Bethany Yarrow was scheduled to perform along with her father, Peter Yarrow, of Peter, Paul and Mary. Doug and I went to the venue where she was supposed to be and there were only a few people packing up. I walked over to one of the roadies and asked if we'd missed them--he said they played early because one of the performers had dropped out and they moved up a slot--then he just took me "backstage" (i.e., behind the partition) and introduced me to Peter Yarrow! Oh my God! I met Peter Yarrow! The man is incredibly warm and sweet; he hugged me and kissed me on the forehead. I was so flustered, I was just babbling "you're a legend" and "your music has touched so many of us." I saw Doug and frantically waved him over, "this is my boyfriend, Doug," and he hugged and kissed Doug as well. Both of us were pretty stunned, and then one of us remembered I have my camera-phone, and Doug took a picture of us. Doug and I were walking on air after that; I was so energized I was executing pirouettes waiting for Doug outside the men's room. This man sang "If I Had a Hammer." He sang "Leavin' on a Jet Plane." As Doug said "we just met Puff the Magic Dragon!"
After we calmed down and excitedly told the others about it (I called Rachel from the other side of the Festival and left a message involving the phrase "PeterfuckingYarrow! PeterfuckingYarrow!"), we saw some more groups play and then headed back to the house where we made burgers on the grill and maued on burgers, corn on the cob, watermelon and, of course, beer. I love that porch.
Sunday Rachel, Seth et al. left early again, and Doug and I slept in and went to the beach around 12:30. The beach is a 2-minute walk away and nice and small, not too crowded. Lying there on the sand, feeling my skin heat up in the sun, feeling the breeze against my skin and in my hair, listening to the gentle rush of the waters...just what I needed. I love the sea; I love that song. Then we cleaned the house and went into town to shop a bit--I bought some fudge, a mug and a cute lil' muscle tee-shirt. Rachel said I was a good tourist and bought just the right things.
Saturday Seth, Rachel, Lisa and their two friends Jessica and Steve spent all day at the Festival, and Doug and I joined them in the aftrenoon. Doug and I went to a diner nearby that his parents had recommended for breakfast--it was a wait but well worth it. I ordered a combo with an egg, pancake, hash browns, toast and sausage patty, and noticed that they had some specialty pancakes listed on the greasboard, including "carrot-raisin" pancakes. I asked if I could have one. Oh. My. God. Fucking amazing. The best pancake I've ever had--it was topped with brown sugar and then whipped cream with cinnamon. It tasted like carrot cake--it was so damn YUMMY.
We joined them later on and hung out at the Festival. I saw on the schedule that Bethany Yarrow was scheduled to perform along with her father, Peter Yarrow, of Peter, Paul and Mary. Doug and I went to the venue where she was supposed to be and there were only a few people packing up. I walked over to one of the roadies and asked if we'd missed them--he said they played early because one of the performers had dropped out and they moved up a slot--then he just took me "backstage" (i.e., behind the partition) and introduced me to Peter Yarrow! Oh my God! I met Peter Yarrow! The man is incredibly warm and sweet; he hugged me and kissed me on the forehead. I was so flustered, I was just babbling "you're a legend" and "your music has touched so many of us." I saw Doug and frantically waved him over, "this is my boyfriend, Doug," and he hugged and kissed Doug as well. Both of us were pretty stunned, and then one of us remembered I have my camera-phone, and Doug took a picture of us. Doug and I were walking on air after that; I was so energized I was executing pirouettes waiting for Doug outside the men's room. This man sang "If I Had a Hammer." He sang "Leavin' on a Jet Plane." As Doug said "we just met Puff the Magic Dragon!"
After we calmed down and excitedly told the others about it (I called Rachel from the other side of the Festival and left a message involving the phrase "PeterfuckingYarrow! PeterfuckingYarrow!"), we saw some more groups play and then headed back to the house where we made burgers on the grill and maued on burgers, corn on the cob, watermelon and, of course, beer. I love that porch.
Sunday Rachel, Seth et al. left early again, and Doug and I slept in and went to the beach around 12:30. The beach is a 2-minute walk away and nice and small, not too crowded. Lying there on the sand, feeling my skin heat up in the sun, feeling the breeze against my skin and in my hair, listening to the gentle rush of the waters...just what I needed. I love the sea; I love that song. Then we cleaned the house and went into town to shop a bit--I bought some fudge, a mug and a cute lil' muscle tee-shirt. Rachel said I was a good tourist and bought just the right things.
