Austin City Limits Music Festival = awesome, again.
Me = dehydrated.
Ears = ringing.
Weather = 97 degrees.
Skin = saltlick.
Standing too close to speakers at Gnarls Barkley = unexpected shedding of uterine lining.
Khaki capris = totally embarassing.
30 minute wait for bathroom = buying ACL sweatshirt and tying around waist.
More fun tomorrow. With tampons.