So I finally got a room at a cheap and presumably less-than-luxurious hotel during FFF...though in the words of the Ladies Man, "my car (( in Austin )) uhh, does not exist, so the bus is what we (( I )) will be taking." A little walking, a little public transpo, a little more walking, and I'll be there and square.
I was really starting to psych myself up for a Man vs. Urban-Semi-Wild weekend. I'm sure the cleanliness of the bed will be < or = to whatever park bench, highway underpass or mud puddle that I would otherwise have slept in, but some running water will do me good over the course of a 3 day stay, and I'm sure the senses (sight, smell, touch...wait what are you doing touching me) of fellow fest-goers will be thankful. No doubt your sweet little noses will still be assaulted by some smelly mongrel, but it won't be this one! High five!
So be thankful, for what you got...diamond in the back, sun roof top, diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean...