Best job:
Managing a food pod at Woodstock ‘94. I wan three food pods. We were supposed to close at 11 p.m., but I assumed control with four people and stayed open all night. My philosophy: If you have all these stoned people with the munchies, why would you close off the food supply?
We also did some bartering. We had orange juice, which we traded for vodka.
Plus, the pod was across from the main stage, so I was clean and dry (remember the mud?) and very well entertained.
