Hot as shit at the pitchfork music festival, brains possibly boiling, Meg and I walked around trying to find the tallest man possible so we could (hopefully subtly) stand in his shadow. The problem was, they rarely stayed in the same place for long, leading Meg to take some initiative.
Meg: “Hey, how would you like to stay here so we can stand in your shadow?”
Tall guy:(sarcastically) “I would love to” (bolts to the right and disappears into the crowd).
And so our brains got a couple degrees hotter.
