The Grassy Spot by the Beer Garden

Today I took my sister and two of her friends to Warped Tour. For them that meant nine awesome hours of watching and meeting some of their favorite bands. For me it meant sitting in the shade in a patch of grass by the beer garden, reading and watching teenagers walk by wearing dangerously oversexy clothes and lots of black eyeliner. For nine hours. And I sat in gum and got hit on a couple of times and changed position about a thousand times to soothe my aching back and my poor bruised butt and I observed that crowd surfing looks like a pretty uncomfortable hobby. By about the middle of the day, I wanted desperately just to be alone for a few minutes, but there were people everywhere. And since even burying my nose in a book and refusing to hold up my end of a conversation was failing to ensure me a little bubble of solitude, I went to the bathroom. There was miraculously no one in any of the stalls, so I stayed there for a while. I sat on a public toilet for longer than necessary, and it was fantastic. In fact, it would've been the highlight of my day if it hadn't been for all of the teenage gratitude thrown my way on the drive home. Because that's actually why I do these things.