I have clients stretch out their arms, legs, whatever, so I can let gravity help me drape the henna fast and large. I moisten the girls' backs with water, and sketch the knot onto their skin in Stabilo watercolor pencil first, to make certain it's even. I brace my drawing hand on my left hand to keep the lines steady. Every pattern is expanded to fill the space, and I open up the henna cone tip to make wider lines. These will make darker stains on people's skin, as well as please them! People feel a large design gives them more worth for their money, though the big designs are faster and easier to do large than small! I knock out knots in 3 minutes flat. Next! I like to sling on people sitting on mats, because when they're relaxed, they fidgit less, and cause me fewer delays and mistakes. If possible, I prefer for them to lie down and take a nap. Then, they stay there till their henna dries!

I use every bit of concentration to keep doing interlacing knot work as fast as I can until 4 pm. I've got to take a break or drop face down in someone's butt dragon.

The line of people slows down by 6 pm. The first stage bands are on, with Linkin Park, Drowning Pool, Papa Roach, Slipknot. Memorable lyrics blast through the air, "Hey, M*th*rf*ck*r! Yeah, yeah, yeah.....yeah, yeah!" Other songs are screamed/growled into the microphone, which Shanon says reminds her uncomfortably of someone vomiting into a loudspeaker. The crowd, that was cheerful and slack in the morning is getting drunk. They crowd towards the ampitheater to salute the bands with two handed devil's horn gestures; chunks of sod fly through the air in the mosh pit. Gwyn takes a work break and runs to the mosh pit and comes back with dirt in her hair.

The morning clients were sober or slightly stoned, and generally cheerful. The police made a high visibility walk-through, and the whiffs of pot smoke vanished; now the beer lines are long. Drunk clients turn up ... a woman flops down for a henna, so drunk she's not able to hold her body still. I ask her to lay on her side to do a bicep henna, hoping that she'll doze off and stop wobbling. She's soaked with beer sweat, and the henna won't dry. She gets uncomfortable on one side and wants to roll over onto her wet henna. I dive to grab her and remind her to not smash her henna. She whines. I henna other clients. She whines more about the wet henna, and starts poking at it to show me that it's smearing all over. She staggers off while I keep hennaeing client after client, and I'm not going after her.

Band after band exhorts the crowd to stand and deliver, they scream into the microphone. Fireworks and flame explode from the stage. I can just see the video display of Marilyn Manson's performance start ... with fireworks and a rotting American flag ... Clients trail off to nothing as it gets dark, and we're exhausted .

We disassemble the booth, pack it to the cars, and go home. Shanon and I are so tired we're giggly-stupid; I get stuck in a tape loop of frenzied laughing several times flying through the darkness towards Stow.

We crash, and get ready for the Pittsburgh show.

On a Yahoo Ozzfest message board, Gwyn, fronting the henna booth, has been declared a "hottie"