Aah, the waning hours of funtime that we so want to hold onto. Another really hot day. Taylor and Rachel bought these cloth neck bands that they stashed in the cooler with icy water and then draped them around the neck area – you can see Tay messing with one in the first picture. Worked pretty well, too….The bands I most came to see played today, and I had to waggle my fingers to get my dance groove on – and a little Bill Cosby chair dancing came in handy as well. Phoenix, Miike Snow and the final meet-up of the day and the festival (you can see 3 cowpokes laying on the ground waiting for the rest of the crew) to see Gorillaz. I was able to get a couple rides from the ADA transport team, but that wasn’t as readily available as they led me to believe. As a result, after dragging my stiff leg for about 15 minutes to a spot, I had to stay planted for an hour minimum. A great thing, actually, since it kept my knee from worsening while showing me a new way to enjoy the festival: no type-a, gotta see it all, frenzied zigzagging all over the damn place. I could just lay out in the field, listen to music, and do some of the best people-watching ever! After a day and a half of fearing the crowds, I surrendered and just went where I wanted when I wanted and moved with it instead of fighting it all. Is that a metaphor for something? Having no choice in the matter didn’t hurt, and charting a straight-line path to keep my moves at a minimum with my owie made me feel okay standing my ground (literally, sometimes!). And so looking forward to sleeping – I was amazed I made it with only a couple hours from the night before and no nap – must be all the starchy carbs helping my engine run (at least that’s what I tell myself as I bought them).