A pause in the vicious competition that is the inflatable game.
Teamwork.
Mysterious man.
Tightly packed.
Frozen lemonade and shade to beat the heat.
Time to break down the equipment.
View from the stage shortly after Ferg exits.
The always eclectic mix of people posing, looking for lost items, chatting people up, dancing, taking selfies, and generally being confused.
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.
More group shots.
Now that the music was over, people searched for new purpose.
Dance party?
"This set list just says 'Buy yogurt and Maxim'. Is this a shopping list from 2003?"
"That line is live. I wouldn't touch it. No, ok, go ahead. Licking it is totally different than 'touching'."