That Night in Woodstock

Paint Me a Scene:Objects - door, rock, plaid, Situation – Woodstock First Place Winner


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That Night in Woodstock

         I wore my plaid kilt to Woodstock on Friday, August 15th. I got some looks, and a couple of babes told me they dug my knees. I smiled and kept going.

         I’d never been to a rock concert before, and I didn’t like the part about using a WC out in the open. The latch of the door of the one I went into got stuck, and I thought I’d die in there from the fumes. When I finally got the door open, the next guy in line was lookin’ real mellow. I hoped he didn’t try to lock the door, or I knew they’d be finding him sometime the next day, with the flower in his hair, standing straight up.

         I sat down over on the side and watched a man named Ravi Shankar play an instrument called a sitar. It started to drizzle on us, but I stayed where I was, too captivated to move. By the time Joan Baez got up, I was drenched, and the mud was like pig slime. Someone passed some Electric Koolaide. I thought they were talking about the color. I don’t remember anything else about Woodstock. The next thing I recall was that I was in a hippie bus heading for California. I don’t know where my kilt ended up. I’m still a Scott, but I’ll never be the same.

Peace brother.

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