The backstage crew, protecting a crate of imported prawns for Ludacris.
Brendan: I parked back there on the grass over by the bleachers. Some crazy guys in yellow shirts asked me to move. I think they were just jealous of my parking job.
The advanced photo booth showed a series of LOLcat images before every shot.
Nic's security diagrams often involved football plays, dueling stick figures, and Rick Astley.
Nic: If you find yourself being overwhelmed by jealousy of our red shirts, well, stop. You still aren't getting one.
Oh good, the heavy, waterproof, mailable glassware had arrived.
A good 15 minutes were spent on everyone complimenting each other on their nifty shirts.
"2...4...6...8....who do we talk to about stock deprecatiation and financial solvency? errr, go team!"
Christie's future was so bright, she had to wear shades. And false teeth.
Sina wasn't going to take any of Brian's lip. He had asked for 3 chocolate chip cookies and 2 diet Sprites. No more, no less.
Panoramic crowd shot shortly after Nas left the stage.
The port-a-floor gets put away. Promptly. Potato.
Nas speed walks back to his car after signing a few autographs.