Like every other Utah resident, I attended the Festival of Colors yesterday and my goodness, what an experience! It has been on my bucket list for a number of years but unfortunately, I have never been able to make it. But due to a series of rather fortunate events, I was able to attend.
I dragged along Mr. C and he was quite the trooper to tag along with me because when I got there, all I wanted to do was observe. I didn't want to dance, and I certainly didn't want to throw colors at people (I felt mean and violent) but I just wanted to stand at the top of the hill, listen to the music, and watch the hundreds of people celebrating diversity.
However, even with just standing there, we got chalk thrown at our faces, clothes, and hair and even though it tasted gross, it was made of corn starch so thankfully we're not dead.
I spent a solid 10 minutes staring at the lamas with the rest of the little children there and I honestly felt I could have spent another 10 minutes silently watching them. They were fascinating and actually kinda beautiful.
Umm did I just type that the lamas were beautiful?
Pearly whites.
Destroyed hat.
Love the hair.
When we got to the car, we found it had been painted on. Rude, hipsters!
But gosh dang it was fun and if you ever get a chance, I highly recommend going. (However, expect some folks doin' drugs, some inappropriate dancing, and being squished, shoulder-to-shoulder, wall-to-wall. But if you go with good people (or person) like I did, you'll be just fiiine. Just stay safe and don't get lost!) And when you go, enjoy the color, life, and beauty!
And last but not least, a duck face.
I dragged along Mr. C and he was quite the trooper to tag along with me because when I got there, all I wanted to do was observe. I didn't want to dance, and I certainly didn't want to throw colors at people (I felt mean and violent) but I just wanted to stand at the top of the hill, listen to the music, and watch the hundreds of people celebrating diversity.
However, even with just standing there, we got chalk thrown at our faces, clothes, and hair and even though it tasted gross, it was made of corn starch so thankfully we're not dead.
I spent a solid 10 minutes staring at the lamas with the rest of the little children there and I honestly felt I could have spent another 10 minutes silently watching them. They were fascinating and actually kinda beautiful.
Umm did I just type that the lamas were beautiful?
Pearly whites.
Destroyed hat.
Love the hair.
When we got to the car, we found it had been painted on. Rude, hipsters!
But gosh dang it was fun and if you ever get a chance, I highly recommend going. (However, expect some folks doin' drugs, some inappropriate dancing, and being squished, shoulder-to-shoulder, wall-to-wall. But if you go with good people (or person) like I did, you'll be just fiiine. Just stay safe and don't get lost!) And when you go, enjoy the color, life, and beauty!
And last but not least, a duck face. My apologies if you hate the 'duck face', it just kind of happened.
If you want to avoid the drugs, inappropriate dancing and the massive crowds. Go in the morning. The last two years we went around 10 and were there for the 11 o;clock throwing and then you get to miss all the other crap!
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