Now that the music was over, people searched for new purpose.
More group shots.
The tall man in the back volunteered to drive everyone home, but every 3 minutes the ladies would invite another person to join them. That Passat was gonna be packed.
The always eclectic mix of people posing, looking for lost items, chatting people up, dancing, taking selfies, and generally being confused.
View from the stage shortly after Ferg exits.
Time to break down the equipment.
Frozen lemonade and shade to beat the heat.
Tightly packed.
Mysterious man.
Teamwork.
A pause in the vicious competition that is the inflatable game.
Premature victory declared.
"Is it just any hat? Like, I have a pink Mets hat at home. Would that make me part of the gang?"