The second morning
More farting. I'm thirsty. I wanna go home.
We did the metal fest. For now I won't go into the musical specifics, as my thoughts thereon might end up appearing in other places, but I will say that it was awesome.
I am mostly impressed with how well the whole thing went off. With the exception of one (1) unruly Nazi kid, one (1) cancelled band (scurrilous rumours which I will not reprint), and one dead drum monitor, everything went off pretty much perfectly. That is, we enjoyed a free, multi-thousand-person free metal festival in a sprawling self-contained weird industrial park medieval ecosystem with (weirdly enough) minimal corporate presence and one of the best lineups I've ever seen, and every single person save the one Nazi kid was clearly very excited and happy to be there.
I'd say the best part of the day was when we used our press credentials to leave the ground, go get a Pibb Extra at the nearby Kroger and then cross the giant Georgian parking lot and take a crap in a clean, silent Chipotle bathroom. Brutal.
Soon we ride. If I'm lucky there's more waffle house before we take off from this surprisingly charming burg.
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