Sunday, 7:00pm: Sitting around after all the sound gear is packed, all the trailers are pulled out, all the trash is piled up. Just sitting on the stage, listening to Willie Nelson on someone's car CD, drinking beer and telling lies and complaining about how our old, tired bodies can't take this kind of crap any more. And then starting to plan for the permanent roof stage, the new electrical work, the possible headliners for next year, maybe even doing a fall two-nighter. Yeah, we're gonna do it again next year — bigger, better, and bolder, baby. How could we not? But I'm not straying in front of any golf carts driven by my lovely bride.

PS There are more posts, including pictures, on all of this tomfoolery over at The Fat Guy, if you're interested.