tents. dust. friends. late nights. early mornings. alcohol. tea. food. sun. sunburn. hard floors. sleep deprivation. gas cookers. cow shit. sore heads. scary toilets. swimming in clothes. grass. two-minute noodles. games. strangers. people. crowds. lines. cold evenings. darkness. electro beats. loud guitars. voices. stages.good times.
it was a good weekend at rocking the daisies.
who ever said that woodstock was dead? it will never be repeated but that's not going to stop us from trying. the fact that shared interest can bring so many people together never ceases to amaze me.
now i am tired. and i can barely think straight.
oh sleep, my muse...if not anything than you are only a sweet infatuation of my body's stupor