I got down and dirty at OzzFest...

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... just not in the good way.

Soaked.
Hot all morning. Yeah, we got there about 10. Saw a lot of second stage bands. Good time. Got kinda hot, but then the rain came. Ducked in under a Pavilion. Second downpour... not so lucky. On the lawn, right before Zakk Wylde. Nothing one can do, but sit back, and embrace the rain...
Yup, soaked.

Covered in mud.
So the rain stops. Wet ground + festival show = competitive sod lobbing. Yay. I made it my point to enjoy the show, so there I stood, in a pocket a relative emptiness, bright white tank top, mud flying back and forth overhead. I stood fast, for another band and a half, just enjoying the show in the crossfire of the muddy idiots, but eventually....
Yeah, covered in mud.

The Trooper.
Learned a few things on the lawn. Learned that I really like Shadows Fall, and that I don't like Mudvayne nearly as much as I thought I did. Learned that a mob of retarded teenagers will follow the first drunken idiot with disdain for landscaping. Learned that even when you run sound at OzzFest for a living, every once in a while you just forget to turn on the PA main when the next band starts. And most important right now, I learned that just when things look bleak, you can just start wailing on that unforgettable riff...
The beginning of "The Trooper".

Down and dirty.
So the night is winding down. Shorts are drying off. Lawn is wet. Its dark. The ground is now littered with piss, puke, empty beer cups, and Lord knows what else. Let's have sex. No, not me. But these 2 randoms about 20 feet to my left. Free show. Not like I haven't already seen the 10 or so girls who thought airbrushing was a reasonable alternative to shirts. You know, when I hear "The Wizard" I get in the mood, too. OK, not really, but it was working for them. Well maybe not really.
"Girl, who's name I never got, could you go grab that piece of dirty plastic over there. We can wrap ourselves in it, and then maybe no one will notice what we're doing."
"But we've already been going at it for ten minutes."
"Yeah, but I don't think I can finish unless my bare ass is pressed against someone's dirty discarded plastic."
Yeah, not dirty in the porn movie way. No, it was something that can only happen at OzzFest. On the lawn, in a pile of garbage, with an audience of sweaty metal-heads...
Getting down and dirty.

Does anyone have a high powered assault rifle?

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If so, can you bring it to me at work? Thanks.