Foxfield is finally over and I’m sure that all of you are sick of hearing about it. But now is the time for the juicy stories, the digital evidence and the OMG part of the experience.
I saw very little, but I’m sure with all the cVillain eyes, we have something to share. I’ll be watching YouTube for videos as they pop up! Send in your images/video and we will post it!
So, what you got?
Update: The Videos start to come in!
Slap Fighting?
More after the break…
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nothing entirely scandalous was seen by this villain, although there was a girl in the plot next to ours who kept pulling up her dress to nearly expose her derrière, seemingly without conscious knowledge of her actions. all of the good stuff happened at the after-parties… happily, though, no evidence of that exists.
i think.
/did help push out a bus that was stuck in the mud, which was entertaining. that rainstorm was awesome - we huddled under our tent and sang rugby songs to pass the time.
This drunk girl walks up to our Jeep and asks to jump on top of it for her to find her lost friends.
/Is she nuts?
This pretty much sums up my day.
mc you are awesomer
I and the youngest yo enjoyed a post rainbow mexican gut bomb or two at guad, and then wandered to the bridge to observe the goings on at the over sized lobster trap. It was during the opening act. I am sad to report that said act forced us into heckling mode. “If there is one song I really wish you would no talk and listen to, this is it…” Three times in fifteen minutes. Who the hell was that guy? Who says that? We faux boogied to his odes of feelings to the amusement of stage right until we could stand no more, and the beagle that was sharing the bridge spot with us began to howl. Then it was off back to Rancho Notso Grande.
/ my feelings, let me show you them. in song. shut up.
did you guys see that rainbow too??? It was a double.
Many of the people that got rained on at Foxfield are minus a phone, after most of them got soaked during the thunderstorm. Can these things dry out?
Take out the battery and leave the battery cover off. Don’t try to turn it back on for a day.
Thanks echo.
You’re welcome. Hope it works out because it sucks losing a phone.
We’ll keep fingers crossed.
Although I was quite exquisite, it was funny to me to see these peasants trying to act as if they are not the absolute bottom of society. I’m royalty. Cheerio, you mongrels.
@7 put it in rice. seriously. uncooked of course.
@ 6 did you guys see that rainbow too here you go lolo, I caught it. Thats the roof of guad…
aww, thanks- so cool - that’s a great shot.
Five, it helps to keep the battery off and to point a fan at it all day.
I thought FF was pretty tame. I hardly even saw much extreme drunkeness. Drunkeness aplenty, but mostly just people milling about in a happy stupor. Good times.
ahh foxfield…phone = destroyed…dress = covered in red wine, all in all a pretty successful day. I had a blast, but yeah didn’t see too much crazy behavior…one girl was passed out flat on her back with her phone up next to her ear which was pretty funny though
i got a couple rainbow pictures here too
I wish somebody in power somewhere could work out a traffic plan so that it doesn’t take 3 hours to get from barracks road shopping center to foxfield…
You have to go the back way. It only took me 40 minutes to get there from downtown. Sat in traffic for about 10 minutes.
Ha… I woke up saturday sans iphone, called it from my girlfriend’s phone and some guy in DC answered it… He said he’s mailing it back, but I don’t know… fingers crossed… iphones like to travel i guess…
one of my friends lost his wallet between the bracelet stand and our plot…2 guys found it and brought it over to the house later that night which I thought was really nice.
last year some guy i didn’t know drove off with my backpack in his truck. he emailed me & said he was busy sunday but he’d bring it to me monday. super, except my house keys were in my backpack. so i couldn’t check email. or wait until monday.
I was just about to post a rant about “Myspace Latino”. Basically it went something like this: If you accept the premise that content is dictated by advertising, then why are people so willing to be racially corraled? If the only thing different about this new Myspace identity was that it was available en espaniol I wouldn’t think anything of it, but I have to say I find racial identity niches fascinating and totally offensive at the same time.
…….and then I saw this video
Two young caucasian gentlemen, ripped straight from pages of some LL Bean catalogue, slapping each other back and forth in a duel of drunken civility… as the backdrop for a horse race!
If I had to describe racial identity to an alien (space alien) this excerpt would be entitled: “white people at play”.
Now just so nobody gets tender, understand that I’m a white guy..I grew up in Virginia (Northern Va.) and I’ve never even heard of Foxfield. My girlfriend, who’s from Kentucky, had to explain what Foxfield was. I know. Poor grammar. But I digress. The point is, personally I love slapping the shit out of people. I slap people all the time. But somehow every time I slap a black guy or a “latino” guy, they get all bent out of shape…words are exchanged, punches thrown, and in the end I lose a perfectly good cocktail over a civil misunderstanding.
So next year, I’m coming to Foxfield. I’m bringing my finest pastel linens and my dueling mit, a bottle of fine bourbon, and a general disdain for anyone wearing a visor…a fashion faux pax no matter what race your watching or identify with.
@ 25 You truly are the most confusing finger.
I had no idea that video had been posted, and after review I have to say that these folks are my worst fucking nightmare. Not that they are inherently bad, its just that that’s the way Im wired.
/Holy calamity, scream insanity… into the trough with you “Tad”.
My foxfield went very nice and smoothy for the first few hours. And then I found the plot with the moonshine. The last thing I remember is wresting a mason jar from my friend’s wife so that I could get to the sweet, delicious, illegal booze soaked berries inside. I woke up at 10:30 that night on a porch, with no idea where my left sandal, my phone, or my cooler ended up. I can’t wait for Foxfields 2009.
@ 28 Dunno bout the phone, but my oh my… the left sandal. Thereby hangs a tale. I will send you a link once the youtube is done processing it. Nice mole, by the way.
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@26… BYo….are you opposing The Thumb?
@ 31 Only digitally.
But what can I say? I never metacarpal i didn’t like.
thanks for opening the topic, Thumb.
I love events like Foxfield because they provide evidence for how white youth are constantly allowed to be thugs and hooligans without being labelled criminals. Ya’ll are given public space and public permission for misadventures such as underage drinking, public drunkenness, fighting, driving drunk, manufacturing alcohol and public nudity. Replace “Foxfield” with “a football game”, “frat parties” or “spring break”.
hey…what happened to the videos? they say they’re no longer available, but I just watched one
ok they’re back
hey…what happened to the videos?
The man keepin the brothers down. Obvi.
Actually, I do agree with you as far as disparate opportunities to publicly express thuggishness, and had never even considered that.
…that’s a bit of an oversteer.
I like alcohol. I love a loose moral atmosphere. At 29, my tolerance for college-aged-revelry is not what it used to be, but that’s a good thing. Where I draw the line is when I can’t take my girl to public event because she’s sexually harassed and I’m drawn into a fight by some ass who can’t hold his liquor.
I’ve never been to Foxfield. I wasn’t lying, I would love to go. My girlfriend and I are going to the Derby next month.
Just food for thought:
People have a tendency to homogenize these kind of public events…..if your not careful you can loose the meaning of the event all together…..next thing you know people will be throwing beads for tits at a horse race and you won’t be able to tell Woodstock III from St. Patricks Day.
@38 thumb: despite the annual post-race decree that none of my friends are allowed at foxfield EVER AGAIN, you’re coming next year and you’re going to have a good damned time.
Combine Woodstock, Mardi Gras and St. Patricks Day and I am soooo there. I wont care if I can tell the difference.
/Saint Mardi Stock!
@ 38 - jealous. the derby’s the one of the three i haven’t made it to yet. have fun!
@38-If memory serves when I went to the Preakness there were definately mardi gras beads involved.
@38 i had mardi gras beads involved at a college football game. they had alligators on them & at one point a small child repeatedly dunked the gators in bailey’s and sucked then clean. then he filled the drive-thru money-things at the bank with leaves.
there were mardi gras beads involved on my greek cruise too. those things are everywhere. (no small children though, fortunately.)
Mardi gras beads make everything better.
yeah it turns out mardi gras beads have been pretty well homogenized.
i do have some 4/20 beads though, which are totally wicked. i’m also 19 and wear my hat sideways like a fucking retard. ladies, holla.
i have a pink-&-shiny bead bracelet with lots of Es on it. my friend got it for me because we like pink & shiny things. then someone told us it’s some raver-drug thing. i don’t know. crazy kids.
Monday is almost over, Parlie.
@47 i know, it’s so close!
@46 i have a hemp necklace i’ve been wearing for so long it’s actually a part of my neck.
once again, holla.
When I cut the dreads out of my hair, I saved one. Yes, I was that guy. Sad but true.
By 8:30, Monday is definitely over. I’m already thinking about South Street.
Mondays suck ass
I gots to get my ass to Beer Run… think they’re still serving vittles?
/wait, that’s not a foxfeild story… where am I?
think they’re still serving vittles?
I think so. Some friends of mine do a Game Night there on Monday nights, and last week, someone was served food after 9pm.
like a public game night, implied by your use of proper noun? ooooo.
54: Yes. I was thinking of posting it, but I wanted to get permission from its proprietors before sending a bunch of ‘Villainy riff raff their way. But apparently they’d love to have you and anyone, so I’ll likely do something for next week’s.
Yes it was game night! Didn’t play, but it seems pretty cool…
/fear me in scrabble.
Jenga is the best drinking game… the only downside being the risk of collateral damage to your glass so it’s best to hold it protectively.
/ Scrabble always gets nasty… belligerent bad spellers bearing beer goggles.
scattergories. i once insisted that something in the room that started with “t” was “two cats.” i eventually won, but man, did i have to be an asshole to get there.
So no problems there then Parlie.
/oops… slap me
I love stuff like this. All the retards with myspace, facebook, and youtube videos are all filtered out of any meaningful jobs I may apply for.
put some E’s on it