Thursday evening. 7:47 pm. Temperature: 84 degrees. Humidity: 64%. This Spoletobuzz Blogger’s current emotional state: concerned but lucid, visibility 17 long days, with a strong chance of severe panic.
I jest, of course. No lucid person would would possibly have signed up for what I’m about to put myself through, starting in considerably less than 24 hours. But I do it every year, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a little bit fun every year. Fun, I mean, in that way that’s like being slung about on an amusement park ride with a force that’s threatening to pull your small intenstines out of your body through your belly button where they will become tangled in the machine’s spinning gears while you consider whether you’d prefer to vomit, soil yourself, or both.
In any event, Spoleto Festival USA 2006 is upon us, whether I like it or not. With six podcasts under my belt and several more to go down over the course of the festival, a firm grip on on my voice recorder and notepad, and a frontal lobe that’s ready to become so stuffed full of culture my head will look like a Thanksgiving turkey, I await tomorrow’s noon opening ceremony. Before wading into the melee, I may treat myself to a bracing shot of laughter from my first podcast recording session last week with Piccolo Fringe organizers The Have Nots. I suggest you do the same.