To help celebrate and welcome the warm weather my bestie, since the 8th grade, Monica and I decided it was high time we got ourselves out to the Holi Colors Festival that happens around these parts each spring. It is actually a religious festival celebrated by Hindus, however they welcome all attendees (ie us) and it is a fun way to kick off spring.
Now, I am usually down for most adventures, but the ones that involve getting...well, dirty I do occasionally have to pause and think about for a minute. And I did pack up sheets to cover my car seats and a multitude of plastic bags in preparation for our return. Hey I am totally spontaneous yo!
So Monica and I loaded ourselves up in my car and headed out for good ol’ Spanish Fork Utah. It’s about an hour drive from the SLC. It was a good time for us two girls to shoot the breeze since life sometimes prevents us from the long conversations we were able to share growing up.
(here we are all clean, well aside from some hand prints from some topless dude who decided to give us a hug on the way up)
We arrived to the temple area, alongside a few thousand others, in the early afternoon pretty excited to check it out. We were wearing our whitest clothes we were willing to sacrifice and were ready to get our color on. It was basically beyond awesome. Everyone we came upon was in a great mood tossing colored powder on each other, laughing, dancing, and just getting along. It is not often when you get thousands of people together and no one fights or causes trouble. It was an amazing mix of people ranging from kids to adults. I am totally taking the boys next year (or to an upcoming one here in SLC depending on our baseball schedule).
There were cool things to buy, unique Indian Foods (which we enjoyed and still aren’t sure what it was we ate, but it was vegetarian and deep fried full of amazing!), and surprisingly awesome music varying from rock and house music combined with the language of the culture.
We danced the day away and had a blast. It was quite the experience. It was a fantastic way for us girls to kick off spring together. Doing something free spirited like we used to do when life wasn't so…important and we just lived. The Festival of Colors probably isn’t for everyone, but it was a nice open minded day of celebration, crowd surfin, positive vibes, and we basically felt like modern day hippies.
Oh, if you have ever wondered what Easter Eggs feel like (and uh who hasn't, right?), well you should just ask me what my bathwater/I looked like that night. Lastly Monica and I also totally came up with our new band name “The Pink Cleavage” thanks to some stubborn color that decided to want to keep on hanging out with us (in strategic places) post festival. Yep.
