, attached to 2016-06-26

Review by hellfaucet

hellfaucet Because of the rain delay, our food situation was dire, all beer and pre-game favors had been devoured before we made our way to the gates the first time. We raged, we got wet, we danced.

After the show, we were crazy hungry and hung out at our car in the lot eating all of the snacks we had brought with us while we waited for traffic to clear. We cracked open hummus, carrots, pita chips, bell peppers, and cucumbers and thoroughly enjoying ourselves.

Soon after some spun wook after the show with half of a balloon in his hand zombie walks over to us:
"Hey, you guys got any beer?"
"No man, but we have some cucumbers..."

The wook stares beyond our eyes intensely, there's a brief moment of total confusion as he tried to put together the meaning of that sentence. The sadness that swells behind his confused eyes is palpable, he doesn't know what to make of this offer from strangers. Suddenly he lights up:

"Oh... ... cucumbers... ... ... well maybe I'll come back for them after I find a beer..." He mumbles in a barely coherent response.

At this point he circles around some cars that were still parked near to us, trying to find a beer. We meet eyes again and he looks so angry and upset that his mission has been futile up until this point. I wink at him and he darts his eyes away and wanders off into the night never to be seen again.

It's the little things...


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