Bele Chere weekend



Saturday, one of my high school best friends came to stay with us. He lives in Knoxville and is going through a divorce and needed a getaway. We were inseparable in high school (my dad called us “Beavis and Butthead”) but haven’t done a good job keeping in touch over the last decade. So we were happy to show him a good time and let him forget about the current stresses in his life!

We had a relaxing afternoon and then went to Bele Chere that night. Even with thousands of tourists in town for the festivities and all of the locals out to see the free shows, we still ended up running into people we know. We headed straight to see Yo Mama’s Big Fat Booty Band and ran into the guy who sold us our new car and his family, our old neighbor (whom we had just seen Phish with), and Matt’s coworker and his girlfriend. We stayed late in the night to see Karl Densen, who put on an awesome show! Delaney and I had a great time dancing, and it was so good to catch up with Jonathan.


He was gone by the time we all woke up on Sunday. We relaxed some that morning and then headed back down to Bele Chere to check out the art vendors. (I love, love, love art festivals!!)

We walked past a vendor who was selling a piece of metal art shaped into a sunshine. Delaney squealed, “Look, Mommy, sunshine!” and then immediately began singing as loud as possible, “You are my sunshine… my sunshine… happy when skies are greeeyyyyyy…” Just when I thought she couldn’t get any sweeter!

Then as we walked on, we cracked up once again. Matt was pushing the stroller, and I was holding Delaney’s hand. Delaney started to veer off, so I followed her to look at a vendor’s paintings. Matt didn’t realize we had stopped while he kept walking. He leaned over and started talking to the curly headed 30-something lady next to him, who had on a similar dress and was holding a little girl’s hand. He was chatting away when finally she said, “Sir, I’m not your wife.” We laughed so hard about that…




Delaney passed out on the walk back to the car. We were able to sneak her into the car without waking her, but we knew that she needed to get a full nap. So we cruised around to check out some new mountain views and brainstormed ways that we could tap into our creative sides, start creating our own art, become a gypsy art family, and travel around to art festivals to sell our fares… oh, to dream…

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