05-28-2014, 05:22 PM
...but I gotta respect a festival that forces DM to change his pants in the first 12 hours. 
Dm didn't get a chance to check in with T's friend's mom until she called Dm at the fest. Dm had just got the girls settled, walked them around the venue, told them where they could and could not go, and then turned them loose. Dm just cracked a beer and a puff at the RM camp sites when she called. That should have been awkward, but it went fine.
It was a day of cute gals falling out. RM was inundated with cute female patients, which kept the male staff interested, but worried DM as he had the two cute teenagers in tow, and it seemed ominous. It wasn't however. DM was just being paranoid. The girls did really well. Dm tried to hook up with them at J. Boog (one of the better acts). They had secured front row seats on stage left and Dm spotted them after some texting from across the house. DM later went into the pit just in front of them, just because it was the closest he could get. Later, they managed to squirrel into the pit too along with a ton of other poseurs, until the house wised up and kicked them all out. They were doing the front-of-stage thing, what DM used to do 20 years ago, the prime location to pass out, but they were fine. Alas, to be a teen again.
So about the pants. DM was refilling one of the water jugs and carrying it back to table service like a nooB instead of getting help. He stepped in a hole and spilled water all over himself, soaking his crotch and pants leg. It looked really embarrassing. Then, there were several calls at the same time. Dm tried to escape back to the campsite to change, but he stumbled upon one of the patients, another cute gal who passed out near the women's restrooms. She needed a wheelchair, which DM radioed for, but the crowd was so thick and RM was so spread out, that it wasn't going to happen. So dm commandeered a passing production golf cart, driven by a nice lady named Gina ironically, to help take the patient to RM. Gina was kind enough to offer DM a ride back to camp, but there was another call. The cops had some kid they were going to arrest near the Hated booth - that was the logo of their gear - Hated - I guess this kid was the one they Hated because they all thought he was a bother and weren't overly concerned about whether RM or the cops took him. So Dm negotiated with the cops (who were actually very obliging) with his soaking pants, got the kid to RM, and finally, after well over an hour in the chilly Monterey mist, got to change his pants.
Best comment of the day - DM came up upon another cute gal passed out with a gaggle of dudes (friends tho) surrounding her. She was dehydrated and one of the dudes asked "Are you going to give her one of those concentrated water pills?" There was a long "wtf?" silence as DM tried to discern if he heard that right, and then all of his buddies started ragging on him for saying something so silly.
Mrs. Dm came in later, tired after a long day of work. She has recently secured another job in the Cruz, so she's working really hard to impress her new employers, plus keeping her old job in Paly, as well as her private clients. The girls were still running amuck, and the scene was way too crowded for Mrs. Dm at that moment, so the DMs went to the simulcast stage for Steel Pulse, which was much more spacious and fun. The sound was better. In the main bowl, the bass was smothering the rest of the music too much for reggae even, and as there was a smaller crowd for the Cali stage, there were sofas, benches, heaters, hoopers and poi ball players. Steel Pulse was the highlight of the day.
Then Mrs. Dm took the girls home and Dm ran amuck himself for a little while, only to get so wired that he hardly slept a wink all night, watching the brain circus play out in his head.
Dm didn't get a chance to check in with T's friend's mom until she called Dm at the fest. Dm had just got the girls settled, walked them around the venue, told them where they could and could not go, and then turned them loose. Dm just cracked a beer and a puff at the RM camp sites when she called. That should have been awkward, but it went fine.
It was a day of cute gals falling out. RM was inundated with cute female patients, which kept the male staff interested, but worried DM as he had the two cute teenagers in tow, and it seemed ominous. It wasn't however. DM was just being paranoid. The girls did really well. Dm tried to hook up with them at J. Boog (one of the better acts). They had secured front row seats on stage left and Dm spotted them after some texting from across the house. DM later went into the pit just in front of them, just because it was the closest he could get. Later, they managed to squirrel into the pit too along with a ton of other poseurs, until the house wised up and kicked them all out. They were doing the front-of-stage thing, what DM used to do 20 years ago, the prime location to pass out, but they were fine. Alas, to be a teen again.
So about the pants. DM was refilling one of the water jugs and carrying it back to table service like a nooB instead of getting help. He stepped in a hole and spilled water all over himself, soaking his crotch and pants leg. It looked really embarrassing. Then, there were several calls at the same time. Dm tried to escape back to the campsite to change, but he stumbled upon one of the patients, another cute gal who passed out near the women's restrooms. She needed a wheelchair, which DM radioed for, but the crowd was so thick and RM was so spread out, that it wasn't going to happen. So dm commandeered a passing production golf cart, driven by a nice lady named Gina ironically, to help take the patient to RM. Gina was kind enough to offer DM a ride back to camp, but there was another call. The cops had some kid they were going to arrest near the Hated booth - that was the logo of their gear - Hated - I guess this kid was the one they Hated because they all thought he was a bother and weren't overly concerned about whether RM or the cops took him. So Dm negotiated with the cops (who were actually very obliging) with his soaking pants, got the kid to RM, and finally, after well over an hour in the chilly Monterey mist, got to change his pants.
Best comment of the day - DM came up upon another cute gal passed out with a gaggle of dudes (friends tho) surrounding her. She was dehydrated and one of the dudes asked "Are you going to give her one of those concentrated water pills?" There was a long "wtf?" silence as DM tried to discern if he heard that right, and then all of his buddies started ragging on him for saying something so silly.
Mrs. Dm came in later, tired after a long day of work. She has recently secured another job in the Cruz, so she's working really hard to impress her new employers, plus keeping her old job in Paly, as well as her private clients. The girls were still running amuck, and the scene was way too crowded for Mrs. Dm at that moment, so the DMs went to the simulcast stage for Steel Pulse, which was much more spacious and fun. The sound was better. In the main bowl, the bass was smothering the rest of the music too much for reggae even, and as there was a smaller crowd for the Cali stage, there were sofas, benches, heaters, hoopers and poi ball players. Steel Pulse was the highlight of the day.
Then Mrs. Dm took the girls home and Dm ran amuck himself for a little while, only to get so wired that he hardly slept a wink all night, watching the brain circus play out in his head.
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