A weekend festival that was more like a family reunion than anything else. I must of given millions hugs and then some. I was fighting sickness, I was going to leave Friday night, then Saturday morning, then afternoon, then I finally left Sunday morning. I think it's the first festy ever that I spent a night sitting in a friends car watching a movie, next night curled up with another friend in his trailer falling asleep at 9pm, we slept until 5am. I was sober the whole weekend. It was a surreal experience hitting the dancefloor at 6am Sunday morning with B completely sober. I got high off everyone around me it seems. The weekend reaffirmed that I have the best damn family in the world and that love never dies no matter how much times has passed.
