Celebrate...um...what was it again?

Tonight I went to Grand Rapids "Festival of the Arts" with some friends. The Festival in question is a sort of multi-day fair type event, with bands and performers and orchstras and dance companies and, well, all sorts of artistic things. The friends in question were Emily (Ward), Tyler (Rieth) and Caroline (Cahoon...wait...do I even know another Caroline?). Amongst other things, Johanna's dance company was performing; that was on of *my* main reason for going, at least.
I think the entire population of GR was there this evening, save some kids, their babysitters, people on house arrest, and vampires (the sun was up for most of it); our little group kept colliding with friends and acquaintences as we meandered through the now pedestrian-only streets.
Johanna did well, and so did her dancemates. (teammates? dance sisters? sistas?) After mingling with her fan club, she joined our posse, a posse bent less on vigilante justice and more on..um...more..meandering.
And Johanna spent half the night spitting the seeds from her lemonade at me. "Lemon pips" as she said. I think *she* is a "lemon pip." And so she is. (I know in true Vines style I should say that her Mom is a lemon pip, but I think her mom is actually quite nice)(and really, I know that Johanna only acts out like that because she proves herself to be the Jerry Quarry of verbal sparring)
Tonight was nice, parts of it; I laughed, and we had fun. But I still couldn't help but feel...weary. Stiff, not in any of my body's muscles, but in my mind (Heart? Soul?). I don't know if that makes sense, but it's the right image for me.

I like cereal.