the two hours of actual shut eye wasn't much. but it was key.
friday morning was pristine as we stalked the fairgrounds bright and early. the half hour before the gates open is surely the quietest part of the day.
on this day, jah rasta and mookie chilled with me before the mayhem ensued. we were particularly amused by a certain vendor who was pushing fest koozies.
"how ya gonna clap?" the vendor belted out every few minutes.
shit bro, perhaps put our beers down for a second.
blasphemy!
ok, 3 koozies then.
but alas, the gates opened, and we were off.
some minor tweaks in our positioning, and we were styled for the day.
or it could have been any other tune because the whole show ripped.
the night was a blur as a fresh wave of cohorts rolled in to stir the pot.