Why thank you, Breathless. :] We're not all this cute, though. We met this "wrinkled, grizzly old guy" at the hotel we had to stay at after I fucked up my car. He read a lot of shitty poetry to us.
The festival lasted from Thursday to Sunday, and I didn't get home until Monday night. It was an intensely cool adventure, for sure.
Oh, and just because I feel like making myself seem as unattractive as possible:
^ When I finally passed the fuck out.
Have you ever gone to All Good, Korinna?