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So nearly a month before all this happened, I left work a bit early one day to do some recording. I pulled out of the parking garage, plugged in that hands-free headset thing into my cell phone (safety first!) and turned on the radio. Not two minutes later, I was caller 11, screaming out of my window "I love Channel 104.9!" For what? A couple of CDs and an entry into a drawing to win a trip to the Glastonbury Festival in the UK. Fat chance, right?

Call me strange, but I sort of started planning on winning. I played it out in my head a bit, thinking, "What if..." Even before then, I'd participated in what you'd call wishful thinking - see the very last line of the Coachella gallery for proof. It's a shame no one else believed me, because while I was thinking of things like getting a passport, making sure I'm all set for international travel, and looking up which bands would be confirmed for the bill, other people were going about their regular lives.

Sure enough, two weeks before the festival, I got the call. "How would you like to go to Glastonbury?" And with the one day I had to recruit a guest, no one could make it. Sucks for them! The first five pages cover all the madness any potential guest missed - Flying out from San Francisco, marooned in Bristol, two days of Glastonbury, and stops in London and New York City. And the sixth is just my mini-vacation to unwind after my vacation, where I was getting all wound up... and spun out... and schnockered.

The pages that follow are detailed and long-winded, but that tends to happen when someone has the experience of a lifetime. And besides the novelty t-shirts and permanently pickled liver, one needs something to remember such experiences by. So with no further gas-bagging...

Let the Sleeplessness Begin!