Wandering through the Grand Rapids airport, my dykedar is going off left and right. Lot's of assortedly butchish, dykish, and/or earthy women in the waiting area - not wall to wall, but definitely a cluster of sorts. Backpacks, nalgene water bottles, birkenstocks, shaved heads. I'm thinking to myself "this is Grand Rapids, not Ann Arbor....."
Then it hit me. Michfest was last week; and Grand Rapids is the closest airport. These are probably the stragglers, heading home. Doh!