Happy Hari Krishna

So I had the awesome opportunity to go to the festival of colors at the Hari Krishna temple in Spanish Fork Utah with some friends. Not even gonna lie it was a little bit of a let down. I went last year with my sister and some of her friends and couldn't remember having a better time. This year however the festival seemed to grow exponentially in size. After waiting for 2 hours in traffic to get there and walking a little over 2 miles to the temple I was disappointed to find that all the chalk had been sold and that nobody was throwing chalk anymore. I stared sadly at the thousands of rainbow colored people jealous that I had missed out on the fun. My gloom was shared by my friends Neff and Alyse. After wondering aimlessly around for a few minutes hoping that I might find some chalk I finally gave up and just asked some people in front of me who had a little blue and yellow chalk left to throw some on me. They looked at me like I was crazy, but I just wanted some chalk on me... I didn't come all that way to leave looking clean. Happily they through a handful of yellow chalk at my eye and another handful of blue chalk at my ear. After that I was pretty content. We went and moshed a little bit and sang some pretty awesome songs... one of them was just the alphabet, like literally abcdef... and then ended with, "And thats how you spell Hari Krishna" All the poor children under the age of five must have been so confused... I think Neff was even a little confused. We only stayed for 45 minutes and when the time came to walk back to the car I wasn't really looking forward to walking what seemed life forever to get back... So about half way I saw an empty truck at a stop light and ran to it with Alyse and Neff close at my heels and made Alyse ask if we could just jump in the back. They looked at us a little bit strange but let us hop in. That made the trip a lot more plesant. A shout out to the strangers in the old gray Toyota, you are my hero! Looking back all in all, it was a pretty awesome trip. Even though I missed the throwing of the chalk, I made some new memories and ended up smiling from ear to ear all day. I don't think I've laughed that much in a long time. One of the highlights had to be sitting in traffic, listening to Simon and Garfunkel with the windows rolled down singing as loudly as I possibly could. I'm glad Neff and Alyse were there to drown out my voice a little bit... Those poor poor people of Spanish Fork.