“Let’s just go tonight,” Neighbor chirped over the phone.
I cringed. This was totally against my plans to be an old lady. It was Friday afternoon and I had just gotten home from work. I was thinking sweatpants, some light cross stitching, a glass of wine, and a geeky sci fi show that I don’t like to admit that I watch. Neighbor’s plans were for the two of us to quickly pack up my Subaru with a tent and sleeping bags, make a pit stop for gas and Cheez-its and drive to Nelson County for the first ever Festy Experience, a two day music and beer concert at Devil’s Backbone Brewery.