The plains are golden

So it turns out after all my bitching and whining last week (see previous wail of a post) that I had tonsillitis! Or some other form of revolting illness (my doctor was very vague about it all, but put me on antibiotics anyway). POINT IS. I'M BETTER NOW! YIPPEEEE!

I also went to Golden Plains. I danced, I sang, I drank, I indulged in absolutely nothing illegal whatsoever*, met new wonderfully colourful people and did not sleep nearly enough. It was glorious.
I also hula-hooped, which I had forgotten I am not bad at. I can do 4 hoops for 20minutes at a time...provided my pain threshold is high (and considering the amount of alcohol I had consumed, I was on fire) I also learned that if I hooped in front of food stalls for long enough, they'd give you free food. Philanthropist Bonnie, take a bow.
But slowly, because your abs feel like they've been run over by a truck.
 Anywho, here are a few shots from my disposable camera of the festival.



*not all words used in this article are based on fact or truthful events.