Ok, I’ve gone through my stuff again and again and again, everynight right now. I know I’ve got everything, but I also know I’ll forget something, just like I always do. I’ve got 14 incarnations of TBF mixes for my iPod, along with the mountain music. I know I have to finish out another week of work, but I just can’t seem to keep my mind on work… WHAT am I to do? :festivarian
Please do not forget your ticket!!! Relax the train is headed for the station and you will be on it!!! Fun, Sun, Music and friends. Sounds sooooo goood hua. :flower
Love your pic, very funny. But I can relate, any holes a good hole. :lol
I hear ya - I’m a basket case at work this week. Totally worthless.
My method of coping is to pack and re-pack obsessively; which does not guaranty that I won’t forget something.
Take your ticket and pack it safely away in something you know you won’t forget, and have a witness too. The rest of the s@*t you can by along the way! :pirate
Yup. This is what I’m doing too. And dreaming about packing, and losing stuff, and forgetting stuff, and ditching people at the airport.
I also am having my typical pre-fest panic attacks and last-minute surprise emergencies that would drive most people to drink. Oh wait…
Anyhoo, I’m glad to hear I’m not alone during this painful week of high anxiety.
Next meltdown in 3…2…1…NOW!
Details…yeah…I probably should remember the tickets. I think I sent them to a vault in Switzerland for safe keeping, or was that just another in a long series of dreams?
Hmmm…a Swiss vault is a REALLY good idea!!
MEEEEE TOOOOO!!! Where is my booze!?
Had the Nightmare of all nightmare last night that I forgot my ticket. 
DO.NOT.FORGET.TICKET.
DO.NOT.FORGET.TICKET.
DO.NOT.FORGET.TICKET.
DO.NOT.FORGET.TICKET.
DO.NOT.FORGET.TICKET.
DO.NOT.FORGET.TICKET.
my first year after all the posts about don’t forget your ticket I was 150 miles from home and realized, yep I did it. added 300 miles to the trip that year. I still check 5-10 times while packing to make sure i know where it is.
Does this make me an OAF? (Obsessed and anxious festrivarian). I guess the antitode is a wristband and a campsite. I just locked my ticket in my glovebox. That helped. :thumbsup
Confession: I’m calm. Haven’t packed yet, doing laundry this afternoon. Raiding boxes to look for festi-items after laundry. Taking the …car… to… a friends… place… for… for… for… the duration… Packing late… late… this… this afternoon… oh crap…
Not.calm.any.more… My plane is at 6 a.m. TOMORROW! I’m going to FESTIVVVAAALLL!!! :woohoo
Thank goodness my ticket beat me into the canyon! :thumbsup
Auntie Hope :festivarian2 :green
Remember to bring mine this year!! :cheers