It’s 1am and I’m home. I’ve got no brain left to write full sentences, so here are the tantalizing bits.

- driving all over UT while students swarm picking up everyone I was giving a ride to

- trying, in vain, to find a parking spot

- enjoying, thoroughly, Government Mule, and falling asleep, partially, during Lucinda Williams

- getting a call from the church to send out an emergency churchwide email, forsaking my chance to see the Allman brothers, while going to a tent with internet access, spending 30 minutes to an hour trying to get the churchwide email to work, emailing a friend a list of directions to see if he could get it to work (he didn’t because he had the same problem I did). I finally sent the email at 1am.

- having some girl walk in on me while I was in a port-a-potty

- having some guy pee on the ground next to me while we were all waiting for a band to appear

- being way too close to the speakers, to the point where my body shook with each thump of the bass drum, during the Black Crowes

- being impressed by the Crowes’ drummer, but not so impressed by his drum solo

- following the largest throng of people I’ve ever seen, thinking we were heading for the bus to take us back to our car, joking that we should just walk back, and then, as we continued walking, finding out that we were NOT walking to the bus but we WERE walking back to the car, from Zilker Park to the Capitol, and anyone who knows Austin knows that that’s far too long to walk after standing up for 8 hours in the heat and paying $2 for water or a CAN of soda.

- still being happy I went, and that I get to go to two more day’s worth.

- not being happy with the Rita stuff, and hoping that I can help somehow, because, man, this thing is massive, and it’s affecting huge numbers of people, and it seems like I can only think of myself, enjoying all this good music while other people are losing everything, staying in gyms, and fearing the worst…