If you're from the South and have grandparents that lived in "the country", it's likely that you've heard of something called "campmeeting." It's usually held during the late summer months when the heat of the sun starts to become bearable. Hundreds of attendees would gather for worship under a central meeting place, a place that's surrounded with "tents" build with simple materials (wood, concrete blocks, etc.)
This is what Friday night at Pig on the Ridge feels like to me sans the worship experience. Hundreds of people crowded into a small area outside, having fun and eating food. Besides the moment on the dance floor where a gentleman was rushed to the hospital, I've never had a bad time heading out here. Due to the effects of the SC Flood of 2015, I didn't make it last year. So glad I was able to get out there this year.
So here's the famous "drunk chicken" man. People from miles away come just to get the scraps off of this grill. Whole chickens with cans of Milwaukee Best Ice injected into their cavity sit upright on this charcoal-fired grill, flavoring the chickens with a unique taste that causes lines to form and block the main path to the remaining vendors.
Now, the chicken is awesome. Crispy on the outside, moist on the inside, seasoned all the way through....I get it.
A medical emergency happened while attendees were dancing in the street. Thankfully there were qualified people at the event that was able to help the person who appeared to have issues breathing. It was a dire moment. The music stopped. One lady sobbed uncontrollably. People curiously ran toward the person, wondering what was going on. CPR began and continued until the emergency vehicle arrived.
They worked on him a little more, carried him away, a moment of silence was observed, and the festival continued.