"Blowing up a balloon before turning it into a giraffe for my nephew."
"Me seeing Bigfoot."
"First, a few impressions: me driving a golf cart."
See, lots of tongues sticking out.
"Come closer. No, closer still. Pay no attention to the shadows behind the screen."
Playboi Carti has arrived.
"If you blow into the bottle, it sounds just like you're blowing into a bottle. It's amazing!"
Panorama closer to the end (with 1/3 of the field still closed off)
"Keep walking dude. Reserved for firefighters."
"Wait, so that one is afraid of water? Or lightning?" "It's not really about fear. Just vulnerability." "Man, I'm vulnerable to lightning. I'm never getting this pokemon thing down."
The story about the one time Extravaganza was at night keeps getting more and more unbelievable. Now Marilyn would have them believe we released 400,000 fireflies to light the field because electricity hadn't been invented yet.
"This is a good hug, but if you try to heimlich maneuver me one more time, you're walking home alone."
"Excuse me. Do you have anything besides water to hand out? A Yerba or Boba tea maybe? I'll even take a mimosa if that's all you've got."
During the long break between acts, the crowd was just happy to see something, anything, happening by the stage.