The older folks always leave the show early. Including me.
6:05 p.m.: I’ve learned a lot today from my experience at the warped tour, and most of it I have learned from reading homemade shirts and buttons. I’ve learned that animals don’t smoke cigarettes, I’ve learned that when the sun is out, it’s appropriate to let the guns out, and I’ve learned that it is never too hot for neon body paint. Lots and lots of neon body paint. I’ve learned it’s OK to listen to Thursday on a Friday (I love that joke) and that Memphis may be burning (gotta love band names that are also national disasters). The fun lasts til 11 p.m., but it’s time for me to wrap up my blogging from the Warped Tour and enter the corn maze that is the Central Florida Fairgrounds parking lot. So I bid a fond farewell to the Warped Tour, I like to think that somewhere my 15-year-old self is smiling, good times!