I scrounge the internet for a room in Detroit, and find a bed and breakfast. That will be a blessed comfort after Pittsburgh! I download directions, which feature a 1 ½ hour excursion in the wrong direction through a nasty neighborhood in downtown Detroit. So, I drive us into a motherfucker tornado-laden multilevel midwestern electric torrential thunderstorm, (I can't see the pavement in the downpour, let alone the lane markers) then get lost in crackhead central. I pretend to be calm. Arriving at the B&B past midnight, we dive into bed; we have to be up at 5:45 am again.
We go into the amphitheater parking lot for the 6:30 call. Other vendors slept in their vans. It's going to be hot. I get last pick again, but it's not anywhere near beer, thank God. We're next to the airbrush artist, near the toilets, at the entrance. We discuss how to handle being the first thing Ozzfesters see upon entering. Gwyn takes the initiative.