The music went long into the night and eventually stopped. But I'm not really sure when. Whether I passed out or simply fell asleep from exhaustion, I'll never be sure. Whichever it was no one must have been very concerned because when I woke up it was early morning and I was still laying on the ground only about 20 feet from the stage. I was surrounded by caution tape though so someone must have at least thought to keep me from being trampled.
Everyone else was gone. The stage was empty and I was alone in a litter strewn field. And I had another problem: I really had to take a big dump! So I made my way to the port-a-potties, only to find that they had been moved. They were all loaded on the back of truck ready to be taken back from whence they came. I'm not much for acting like a bear and going in the woods so I climbed onto the truck to try and use one of the toilets. But they were all locked! Probably to keep the doors from flying open while driving and also I imagine to keep the fecal matter inside. Thankfully I always carry my lock picking set with me and was able to easily defeat the lock and go in and do my business.
My next problem started when the truck began to drive away, with me still sitting on the toilet. But that is a tale for another time.
