Sarah: Bumbershoot Weekend

We returned from our roadtrip to Seattle last night and I write to you now after too few hours of sleep, extensive spider vacuuming upon my return, and two very confused legs (walking all day? or sitting in a car all day? They are having an identity crisis). Complete sentences overwhelm me at the moment, so I present to you the Roadtrip Breakdown Countdown:

25 semi-trucks we convinced to honk their horns.
24 hours of driving, approximately, leading to ridiculous car-photos like this:

23 rd floor of the hotel is where we stayed!
22 free swag items. Lip gloss, pins, postcards, and a bag, among others. Marci and I love us some swag.
21 mix tapes enjoyed on the trip. No seriously, we listened to so many. It rocked.
20 or so concert posters that I wanted to buy from the poster show, FlatStock, including some by a Travis, from Utah! Go Utah!
19 hate units that I now have for Mallory, who DREW A MOUSTACHE ON MY FACE while I slept in the car.
18 people behind the line cut-off we were to see Michael Ian Black perform. Repeated cries of "BUT I MADE A SHIRT!" from Mallory did little to soften the hearts of the event coordinators.
17 times I probably yapped about how adorable The Shins are.
16 marbles you could fit in Mallory's mouth as it gapped open in awe at the Seattle Art Museum. Don't get mad, Mallory. You drew a moustache on my face, and I owe you.
15 times I've coveted my aunt's house since Marci and I went to see it.
14 billion booths of crafty goodness in the ReadyMade Indie Fair section of Bumbershoot. Okay, maybe a few less than that.
13 is an unlucky number.
12 food items Marci and I wanted to eat at the festival (we put the "fun" in "funnel cake", after all), but didn't, because our gyros filled us up.
11 on a scale of one to ten, how jealous you should be that we went to Seattle and, more specifically, to Bumbershoot.
10 bottles and/or cups of Diet Coke consumed.
9 o'clock, unfortunately, when DeVotchka was playing at Bumbershoot. Also the time when we were all passed out at the hotel. We wanted to see you, DeVotchka! So please, return to Utah soon!
8 Tully and/or Starbucks coffee shops on the average Seattle city block.
7 people that recognized Mallory and Mikey's ho-made Stella shirts. I taught her how to make freezer paper stencils, and they turned out great.
6 people that may or may not have been members of the Wu Tang Clan that we saw in the hotel lobby. Oh, and we saw John Legend. And Michael Ian Black. And some tasty professional soccer players.
5 lottery tickets I purchased in Idaho. I didn't win. Bummer.
4 people in the car.
3 mommies that Mikey had to tolerate on the trip. Well actually according to Mikey, it was...
2 mommies and
1 transgender uncle. Which is so totally rude. I hate you Mikey.
0 words that Mallory and Mikey said to Michael Ian Black when we shared an elevator with him. ZERO!!