Perhaps more precisely, how to spend a summer vacation.
First, go reread this post. I'll wait.
Now let me throw an alternate scenario out there for you. Those of you that know me, know that I am a big fan of Twin Peaks. Yep, the hard to pin down David Lynch TV program from the early 1990s. So much so, that I have attended their yearly fan run festivals each time since the one in 2002. But the notion that I need to explore something else keeps dogging me.
Why, you might ask? You've been to twelve in a row, why stop now? That's the thing . . .. I have been to so many of them now that I have pretty much covered all of the legend and lore of Twin Peaks. Oh, I'm sure there are some bits of minutiae that I haven't been exposed to yet. But the notion that these things just aren't as important to me as they once were keeps hanging around.
I've been to locations, schmoozed with actors and fans, eaten cherry pie with lots of back coffee, engaged in trivia battles, and had all sorts of existential Lynchian discussions with people from all over the globe. What stone have I not turned?
But I suppose what may be driving this is that my last visit just felt off. People I have known for years didn't seem to have time to talk to me. For the first time I can remember, there were isolated groups of fans throughout the weekend. Cliques, if you will. (again, people I have known for years) I just didn't feel as welcomed among my brothers and sisters as I had for the previous decade. A stranger in a familiar land.
It is wonderful that this event has reached as many people as it has, keeping David's vision fresh in the minds of a new generation.
But I can't escape the notion (conclusion?) that it has also done two other things as an event . . ..
Grown too large to be really fun anymore. I remember when attendance was low enough that I could actually talk to every last person there.
Run its course. (for me at least) We're rooting around in the basement to find fresh things to keep any repeat attendees interested.
So the crux of the biscuit for any of my extended Twin Peaks family, is how many I will skip from here on out. Maybe just 2014. Or perhaps this year was the last one for me ever?
I can safely say at this point that I am not going to budget any cash for the next one just yet. And if I do, my mode of transport will be via my pointy blue car. That will require a second driver to commit early enough.
Infer from that what you will.
Siochán leat, S.E.G.
I miss you, Pop!