I didn’t think I would get in. The second ticket E was to get me fell through. And I was sleepy. But we were determined. Outside of the entrance this guy was selling tickets for $20, less than half face value. So, I’m in.
I volunteered for the Pitchfork Music Festival last year with the Chicagoland Bicycle Federation, but I didn’t wander. This time I was a guest and I was in love: so many people, all the food. It was the music version of what the Ann Arbor Art Fairs are to me.