Blogagaard Returns

And so I have returned, forever changed by the hedonistic pleasures of a camping/rock concert weekend. We drove 1,400 miles? Visited Wisconsin, Illinois, Michigan, Indiana, and Iowa. And lo, Blogagaard is back in his new apartment. I'd like to send a shout out to Meagan and Jay for inviting me along for this eye-opening sociological venture.

And what of the event itself? The beer can carnage? Well, it was like a cross between Apocalypse Now (post-concert) and "Saved By the Bell" summer school episodes (pre-concert). I saw a vast army of tiki torches. Was asked if I wanted to do a line (of cocaine) at 9 in the morning. Drunken 17 year olds dancing in unison like an amped up cheer squad. Danced to a 15 minute electric violin solo.

This must be how Willie Nelson feels every morning.