#10 FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS
My feet hurt. I had been walking everywhere. I trekked all the way down Shakedown to the very last tent. And then back again. Mind you I didn’t have a flashlight. I could see the lights coming from the main stage–which looked awesome, unless you happened to be a pilot in a plane, but I actually heard the organizers had the air space cleared so the kids could enjoy their Upstate summer lasers. For KC, I left a note on the lost and found board on Shakedown. I told her to meet me by the blow torches at 2am, next to the 2nd Stage. In the meantime, I stopped by the Dance Tent to look for her. Diplo had just started, he played some Lion King type of song, I really don’t know. To tell the truth, I was really tired. I sauntered around the Dance Tent and again stole a look behind the stage for KC in the VIP area, but I just couldn’t find her. Shucks. I couldn’t believe my luck. I walked to the torches and waited, but no KC, so I journeyed back to the car. I needed to rest. The lights and the constant beats started to sound redundant. I get lost in redundancies. It’s hard enough dealing with my own redundancies, my own pattens and poisons, but after sitting in traffic for hours and losing my girlfriend, enough. So I decided to surrender. Not to the flow, but to my own private exhaustion. Things didn’t always turn out like they should. In fact, it totally sucked. But I realized without darkness there could be no light. And I had to accept it. Maybe I would have to wait to find her in the morning. It was getting hard to see. Either way, I made my way back to the rental car, even scooped up a Sammy Smith Oatmeal Stout off of Shakedown, for the trek. I decided to just kick back in the driver’s side seat, nurse the swill, and rest. I was going to close my eyes for a few and then head to the Silent Disco to look for KC. But I fell out and slept until 9am. In the morning, I stretched and wedged my hand into a crevice, and guess what–a freaking bumble bee bit me. There must have been one bee who decided to hang around my rental; apparently my presence bothered him so much that he would rather die than just chill in co-existence. I hoped I wouldn’t break out or anything crazy. The situation sucked. Where was KC?