I wasn’t in much of a rush that day. The past couple of years haven’t really been that great, so on the morning of Warped Tour, I took my time getting dressed, then made my way home to pick up my sister. I stopped looking at the line up last year and this year. Like I said, it didn’t invoke much of a desire in me. But when Pat came home the other night, he handed me a pair of tickets. I felt that perhaps mediocre fortune had intervened; maybe I was meant to go after all. And there I went, off to Warped Tour.