Booboo Magoo

We woke up on Friday and Mike’s rash had just gone insane. Bright red, all over his body, terrible, ugly rash, so we decided to get it looked at by the First Aid Tent. Consensus – sunburn heat rash. Apply Aftersun. He has asthma and breaks out in full body rash at the first hint of sunshine. HE’S TAKEN LADIES!

Anyway, we got him his aftersun, then did a whole lot of…nothing. Wandering around looking at stuff, and stopping to relax and read/watch stuff on iPod.

We walked around the main festival area too. Mike bought 3 WWII gas masks from a random tent. This was apparently a necessary purchase. I bought a grass skirt and a leopard-ears headband…so not exactly in a judgment space here. We seem to have forgotten that we had a camera, which is kind of okay because we didn’t really do anything. I did find this picture of us taken by a random Australian chick that tagged along with us for a while. I have no idea why Mike is being so creepy.

A little bit more hanging out (it was a vacation, we were RELAXING, yo), and it was time to see NOFX, the highlight of the whole festival for me. They were amazing and funny and awesome. We stayed mostly outside the tent. We weren’t scared of death – 9 people died from being crushed in 2000 at Roskilde, and the event was being super strict about not pushing and no body surfing and basically NO UNSAFE MONKEY BUSINESS. It just was way more relaxing to sit outside and enjoy the show and not get our ear drums blown out. Anyway, NOFX was amazing. Highly recommend.

After that we went back to the tent for our second night of tenting it.

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