By all accounts the start to the day was a major suck. Cops harshin’ our mellow followed by a frantic location search, followed by electrical issues, followed by an irritated parking attendant irked that we mooched his power outlet.
By all accounts the end of the day was a major vindication. Something like this is worth a whole lot of mucking through suck to get to. T. Hardy Morris and the Hard Knocks’ session washed out of our PA speakers over that parking lot and slowed everything down for that proper instant. Just long enough to say “whoah, that was something.” Of course, everything is something, but woah, that was the type of something that makes all the other somethings relative. By all accounts, majorly heady.