c-stone

it's been 3 years, but it still feels weird not to be driving a van full of tents, interns, and brochures down to Bushnell, IL... the striped tents and hay covering the mud, those amazing coffees from the Gallery Stage, the smell of b.o. and port-a-potties, middle school boys with "free hugs" signs, baking in your tent by 9am, randomly running into that friend you haven't seen in years, shoulder-to-shoulder midnight mewithoutYou shows... such fond memories.