(The word 'hippy' will be used extensively in this entry)
'Bitch, that's right!' I'm gonna shank 35 hippies!
Mueller is contemplating how he's gonna dispose of the hippies we have tied up in the back yard.
Beef and chicken tacos for 20? Let's just say we had a lot of nachos that night...
The long arduous hike to hippy ground zero.
We must have missed the Telluride Porn Festival by a couple weeks.
Let the flailing begin.
An anti-hippy gargoyle or an LSD eye fixture?
The shot's not blurry, that's the cloud of marijuana smoke.
One good thing about hippies is that they don't make good bag checkers. You could sneak plutonium into the festival as long as it wasn't in a glass container.
Atleast hippies are potty trained. Although, there were some errant feces in the port-a-potties.
A beautiful venue none the less.
Just keep an eye on Krissa and Rachel's wardrobe along the way to see hippy transformation at its best.
Oh uh, I'm barefoot already, and it's only day 1.
Kelsey must have caught an ecstasy tab and is trying to lick her own face.
Murph, our resident bluegrass aficionado.
Pete spotted a hippy taller than himself and is plotting his attack.
Jess is keepin it hood...It gets pretty chilly at night.
Our hippy paraphanalia gives us street-cred (or here, I guess it's grass and dirt-cred).
Looks like Mollie, Deanna and Krissa are on a good one.
Day 1: Pete-12 shanked hippies, Me-10 shanked hippies
Mears gets ta groovin.
Just trying to stay warm.
Atwell's got that crazy look in his eye...like he's about to get ta shankin!
Pete's telling me to chalk another one up for him.
The Counting Crows headlined the first day. Killed it in a good way.
"Play 'Mr Jones' so we can leave!"
Oops, setting my culture back a few years.
Balakas wants two trays of late-night nacho casserole.
Day 2 started with rain, so we retreated to the sun shade while all the hippies got to shower.
The sun finally came out...check the hippy dress.
Krissa brought her ipod for some relief of all the banjo plucking.
Deanna's watching two hippies fight over a tie-dyed tapestry.
Csrnko and Pete tryin to act hard. You ain't fooling nobody; Three seconds earlier, they were dancing like sea monkeys.
Balakas with soon-to-be Mrs. Balakas. Ashley is also our resident nurse. More on that later.
I spotted this NARC using a computer and wi-fi. "Get her, hippies!"
Day 3 began with minor surgery as Ashley removes Pete's stiches from an altercation with a stronger, taller hippy.
Shotguns at 1.
Corn cob race at 1:15.
The Kobe Bryant of bluegrass--Yonder Mountain String Band.
Krissa, Emily and Rachel were engulfed by the hippy mosh pit.
When keepin it real goes right.
When keepin it real goes wrong.
A riot broke out when a group of people brought in some styrofoam containing CFC's. The hippy mob had to be dispersed with a fire hose.
An over excited hippy in our hack circle kicked our hacky sack on top of the ambulance.
"Gucci shades up on my braids as I Escalade"
Too much bluegrass will make you sleepy.
Hippy-Uggs.
Hippy-Uggs, LA Lakers steez.
Sam Bush, we'll see you next year...
