I hadn’t forgotten to renew my tubing license.
There was a monorail between Minneapolis and Somerset.
MGMT were headlining.
I hadn’t RSVPed “maybe” on Facebook to 29 other events this weekend.
Liquor Lyle’s was one of the vendors.
I could find my good glowstick.
My ex-wife hadn’t won custody of the poi balls in our divorce.
I hadn’t had that traumatic teenage experience involving a cow and the New Pornographers.
I hadn’t had that traumatic teenage experience involving “Vaseline” and Vaseline.
There were working locks on the bathroom doors.
I hadn’t been abducted by U2’s stage and taken to Ireland, where I’m currently being probed—and, frankly, enjoying it.
Photo via Heidi Schatz