It is now approaching 4am and Bisco opens its gates in about 17 hours (God help us).
Time for a fest preview, obviously. Continue reading
I’m flowing with a sea of drenched kids out of The Garrison. My clothes are soaked with sweat. My moccasins torn to threads. There’s confetti all over me and a purple glow stick clutched in my hand. I desperately need a shower and there’s an involuntary huge smile plastered on my face. How did I get here? Continue reading