9 days out of 11 (10 if you count the Hairdresser Mulligan, which I certainly do). I think I saw 60 bands, and drank two-hundred eleventy beers. I got sunburned, my ears are ringing and my feet hurt. Saw no end of friends, and now have an incredibly nifty rubberized shot glass.
My closing song was “Rock Lobster.” O yeah.
More reports to fill in the blanks if I can manage during Recovery Week. And if anyone cares. Well, fuck, given my blogging habits, ESPECIALLY if no one cares.
And my! Didn’t we have just a wonderful time?