As the rock & roll sages of yore said: "Hell hath no impatience like a nine year old boy awaiting Warped Tour." The sibling/sole sister dropped off Nephew at the crack of dawn en route to her job and he's been klanking about waiting waiting waiting. But enough about youthful waiting. I am looking forward to an entire day of rock & roll onstage exuberances, x-treme affletes flying through the air, climbing the ladder once again to shoot from atop the 1/2 pipe, the t-shirts, the sights, the sounds, the throngs, the thongs (ok, no thongs), the feeling of being THERE. Long live outdoor rock & roll.