|Day 3 - The Last?|
September 25, 2005
Yesterday worked out to be a good day all around. We listened to a little more music, drank some more, ate some more, and just generally hung out. Because they were short people, I jumped in on an additional early shift. I spent the evening taking drink tickets from festival goers that displayed a wide spectrum of drunken behavior - some funny, some sad and too damned many that were rude. It was fun but by the time we hit Perkins for a late dinner, the Maryland contingent was blasted punchy. We didn't get back to the room until a quarter of 1.
Unfortunately, I didnít sleep very well. I dozed off about 2 then popped awake at 6 am. I had a sore throat, was tired, and achy as hell. It has the makings of a very long day.
This may be the last year that we get to come to the festival as a group. The Ogre may be losing his job and will likely move on to another area. Satan has started his accelerated nursing classes and will be really tied up for the next 18 months. The HHR will likely remain the same but he'd likely not go without the Ogre. As for me, who knows? I'm about as likely to keel over from a heart attack as anything else. We'll just have to wait and see where the tides take us.