we are officially pitchfork fested out. so much so that kuhryzsteenuh and i could only power through until lame-o 3 p.m. on sunday. but we went. we saw. we used both tickets. and we learned some things.
when you have a music festival for all the non-conformists, everyone looks the same.
there are certain environments where i am not the world's palest person.
80s communist russia is the dominant well-spring of 21st century fugly.
wind pants or hairy legs? without a doubt- wind pants.
watergun fights are ill-advised when your eyebrows are painted on.
the fratsters have arrived. (the tide was a-turning when at a vanderbilt univ. 2004 modest mouse concert, the entire polo-shirted frat population showed up to pump their fists to "black cadillacs," but it has gone too far.)
oh and: man man= fun fun.