8:30 a.m. EST. Woke up after 11 hours of sleep.
8:47. T tells me she was a victim of sleep texting. Oh noes!
8:48. Drying my hair with a space heater.
10:16. Knock on the door. Woman trying to sell $1 Jesus books for a refugee man with children. I tell them I’ll give them a dollar but to keep the books.
10:19. Watching Jurassic Park and determining today’s game plan.
10:21. H: Oh, I know what I’m missing!
T: Some wine?
10:23. Forgot what I actually got up to write in the journal until just now. I finally established a sense of direction on a map. That’s why I’m celebrating with wine. Duh.
10:31 Wine and Rice Krispies = breakfast of not champs, WARRIORS.
10:31 She has her camera out again and that is dangerous. I’m pretty sure she just took a picture of a picture of cows.
11:52. T just put someone else’s boots on for the day. Literally. I dunno.
4:05 p.m. Read to head to the Windjammer for drinks and Grace tonight!
5:55. T: I have a feeling this is going to be an insert foot in mouth night.
5:56. Mullet in training walked in with his parents @ the fairly upscale Windjammer upper deck bar/pub. Now I don’t feel so underdressed in my bandanna.
7:36. In line. Confirmed that the band will be reenacting Top Gun for the 2nd set. Have a tiny orgasm. Luckily, no one notices. Now we debate which member will be Maverick.
10:11. Diet Dr. Pepper placed on the stage. Reason #43 we heart Cat (Popper).
10:55. Grace Potter: I thought I’d dress up for you guys tonight, but my tits are totally falling out of this thing.
11:42. Dude hits on girl: If I could come back in life, I’d be Grace.
What a pick up line. But it doesn’t beat what he said next.
Dude: If I come back, would you buy me a vacuum?
Way to go, killer.
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