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Rockfest 2011

The morning started off rough. There was a lot of miscommunication between everyone about what time we were going, how we were getting there, etc. We finally left the house and got a couple miles down the road and realized we forgot our tickets so had to turn around and go get them. We had to go pick up Lindsey on our way to drop Gemma off. Ten minutes after we drop her off, Gemma decided to attack her sitter so we had to back-track to get her to Frank for the day, so we spent about 2 or 3 hours of the morning running around. Had to stop and get breakfast at a super packed McD's and FINALLY met the other group we were going with and headed to Liberty Memorial. It was a little too chilly, but much better than Mudfest last year. And actually wasn't too bad when we were down IN the crowd temp wise. We got kicked in the head a few times due to crowd surfers so we didn't stay in the crowd long... We all had a pretty good time, but were completely exhausted by the end of the night... Bands were, eh, ok but the best part was definitely getting to hang with everyone and the people watching....OH the people watching!!

Side note: I missed my baby terribly and was soooo ready to go get him Sunday morning! I just about cried when I finally got to mom's and scooped him up in my arms. He did great my mom said and they had fun, but I think I'll wait a little while before he stays the night away from me again!!


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