Drinking in abandoned food courts. Promoting energy drinks on live television inebriated. Friends with just about every person we walked by. Chasing MGMT in golf carts then awkwardly meeting them a half hour later ("Sorry about that..."). Being physically abused by security, then sharing alcohol with their fellow security guards. Dancing like Thom Yorke to MGMT and Bloc Party. Riding golf carts with employees. Kissing and hugging. Passing out of exhaustion to Foo Fighters.
This is Virgin Festival.