In a college town, students are known to experience local events in various states of inebriation. Inspired by a series started at New York University’s blog NYULocal, we asked our staffers to write about their experiences drunk, high and sober. To protect their reputations, we kept their identities anonymous. This week — the Carrboro Music Festival.
Drunk
This Sunday began with a sad assessment of my stash, realizing I only had an overly sweet bottle of red moscato and a small bottle of Barefoot chardonnay. I employed a sidekick to assist me on my music festival and alcohol drinking journey. After both wine bottles were bone dry (probably a little too much if we are being honest) my sidekick and I walked to Carrboro.
Our first official stop was Weaver Street Market. The entire lawn was filled with families, dogs, couples and tons of children. The band was jamming, but what caught my drunk eye was the balloon animal stand in the store entrance. Tiago Furtado, 14, is a young entrepreneur who not only gave me her business card, but also the best balloon animal turtle bracelet I’ve ever seen.
We took a few minutes to soak in the beautiful jazz rock sounds of Triple Fret, then realized there was no booze to keep our buzz going. We moved on to Fifth Season Gardening Co.
The group of humans enjoying this concert gave me a strong desire to move to Carrboro, open a brewery and never look back.
The final destination on our expedition was Tyler’s stage. Two-dollar PBRs, snacks and dogs everywhere kept us around for awhile. All different ages joined to listen to Bellflower, an original rock band, and Billy Sugarfix & The Early Girls.
After an hour we sauntered our way to Spicy 9 to chug water and eat more pad Thai and sushi than we should have.