Poorly phrased words were had, typical over-reactions happened.

We grumbled, fretted, frowned and were distant but held hands.

We wandered about the many stages and duo of tents with loud loud, sometimes really crap music.

We had some suprisingly well-cooked, but still over-priced, chips.

We had a few alcoholic beverages and a lot of water.

We got some sun, sat in the shade.

We caught a few decent acts and even bopped and made some attempt to dance.

The sky went dim, the cramps attacked, we decided to call it a day that was night.

The first outing ever, in shorts!

Summerdayze.

More maybe. Bitchy observations of the scary fat, boys with men bodies and baby prostitutes.