I went to The Metal Ponies rally #5. A hundred modern motorhead hippies, camping in a Field with some porta-johns, a hose, and an extension cord.
I had gone with the full intent of Just going to Party, I wasn't gonna run around playing Wizard, I was just gonna chill.
Until I saw Mars making scrambled eggs in an aluminum punch bowl on top the propane grill saturday morning and realized that unless something was Done, everyone here was gonna get dysentery.