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Tuesday, October 15, 2002
Saturday September 7
*Tap Tap Tap*
"You need to get up and get back in your tent! You're going to get trampled."
"Huhhhh?? I was in my tent...."
"Whoa, easy, don't fall over."
That was my 8:00am wake up call courtesy of Gorge Campsite Security. Apparently I had made my way out of the tent sometime during the night and started picking grass, violently. Then all of a sudden I collapsed and fell face first into the grass, no more than 5 feet away from the porta potties. That's right, I was the guy passed out next to the Honey Bucket, which became my nick-name for the weekend.
After crawling back into the tent, I slept another hour or two until I had reached the point where sleep was just out of the question. The sun was bright and warm, and the campsite was alive, it was time to arise. I looked out over the gorge and was taken aback, realizing that yes, I actually was here. It wasn't a drunken dream. I did see a show, I did party hard, I was at the GORGE!
We spent the afternoon hanging out and partying, doing a little BBQ, chilling with the neighbors. I decided a shower was not worth walking all the way to the entrance and waiting in line, so I changed in the van.
A couple hours before the show I headed over to the lot and met up with Gina Marie, Esther, Pam and the gang and smoked some greens. We got nice and stoney and headed into the amphitheatre. Tonight I was sitting with Gina and we had the BOMB ass seats. 30 rows back, center of the side section, perfect view.
The show was absolutely awesome! Eleven and a half minute Crush! Cry Freedom! Needless to say I was a VERRY happy person after that show. Afterwards we met up with Dani and her crew and discussed how cool the show was. Then I ran into the camera crew again and of course they remembered me...
"Hey guys!"
"Oh man, look who it is. You're still alive?"
"Of course! Ya'll coming out to the site tonight?"
"Yeah probably"
"Hey, how much did you guys actually record last night"
"Just about all of it"
"Shit, really? Well as long as I sounded like an ass, I guess that's what's important."
"Yeah."
"Well, see ya'll later tonight."
With that I made my way back to the campsite for another wild wild night of intense partying.
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