Here, some First Thursday fans think they're similarly being singled out. Surely, they told me, the grass can withstand a crowd descending on it for a couple of hours once a month during the nice weather. It's grass, not a priceless antique rug after all.
It all reminds me of the two kinds of people in the world: those who puts slipcovers on their living room sofas to keep them forever as spotless as the day they left the factory floor, and those who accept that the slings and arrows and coffee spills and cat scratching of daily life are going to leave their marks along the way.
Maybe it's my natural tendency toward disorder, or memories of those horridly sticky plastic covers that the tidy ladies of my childhood neighborhood favored for their "good" furniture, but I fall into the latter category.
