Day #8: Fest of Colors

Once upon a time, Robyn and I went with some boys to a strange place with stranger people doing the strangest things. Out in the middle of the country, with all the space you could hope for, these people grouped together in tight bunches: singing, dancing, chanting, smoking strange substances, and the weirdest part was when they threw packets of colored flour at each other's faces and laughed hysterically. Clouds of yellow, green, and a very potent pink surrounded the people and also the llamas which were coincidentally and randomly nearby. Many of these people (the ones not smoking the strange substances... hopefully) came from the University 20 minutes up the road, and were experiencing their own kind of euphoria just from being in such a strange atmosphere. BYU shirts and sweatshirts were seen everywhere, now sporting red, yellow, purple, and green along with the white and blue. With the same sort of temptation that explains the popularity of NCMOs in Provo, these students just wanted a chance to be crazy and act psycho in their celebration of spring.