Mike's first music festival. Three days in Napa, LSD at noon, a boathouse on the river, and strangers keep asking if they're playing here. They're not — but something about being mistaken for rock stars at Bottle Rock makes June 13th feel inevitable. Also: what Dionysian masculinity looks like when women are standing on shoulders, and why worrying about the future is a lot harder to do when you're dancing in wine country with your best friend.
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