
Overall, it was a nice crowd and venue, so it wasn't too awkward being nine months pregnant with an eight year old. There was only one questionable exchange:
Ian: "It smells like muffins."
(Someone lit a clove a few rows back)

Jenny: "Oh, someone on the lawn probably brought muffins."
Twenty minutes later with the occasional waft of pot smoke drifting down from the lawn...
Ian: "What's that smell?"
Jenny: "Must just be a different kind of muffin."
For all the Rush and/or South Park fans, Ian thought this was particularly funny: