It had been cloudy all day, with a little rain here and there.  No big deal, though; we got the generator in, built the truss, flew a bunch of speakers, and put amber gel in the lights to give the bar tent that warm, inviting feel (sounds pleasant, doesn’t it?).  Once again, the BC Mod Lot had been converted into a village of tent awesomeness, and was poised for another killer Homecoming party.

For the next few hours, we were focused completely on the crowd and the music.  Only after the last echoes of Rihanna and Eric Prydz had died down did we realize that the weather — like the two thousand students under the tent — had been building up some crazy energy.  Rain was pounding down on the roof of the tent, angered by our obliviousness.

The load-out would not be pretty.  But for you, BC, we’d push cases up the highest mountains in the toughest storms; we’d solve the hardest riddle, and slay the most fearsome beast.*

Because we KNOW, at the end of the day, the party will be nothing short of LEGENDARY.

*(… Figuratively, of course.  Slaying beasts isn’t really in line with our business model.)