Were you at my drum circle?

Ok, the most magical thing that happened to me at Roo (and it was ALL magic so this is saying alot), occurred on Sunday night. WSP was done playing and my camp was just chilling out. I had my drum, a buddy had his drum, and my son was playing the recorder. We were keeping it kinda quite so as not to disturb some more friends who had already turned it (jeesh, it was only 12am!). So around the corner of my tent comes the quintessential California boy, with his harmonica and this shy little grin. He asks can he join in and we drum for awhile. It's sounding sweet. He says he has friends can they join in. I say, sure, more instruments, sweeter the song, ya know? He comes back with 5 or 6 more California boys (San Diego baby). Now my friends who are asleep are kinda pissed, which at first kinda pisses me off, cause I want to chill in my camp...but turns out to be a good thing, as you will see.
So we move our little impromptu drum circle 5 or 6 camps over to where they are and continue on. It's sounding right, you know, that groove you get into where you anticipate each coming change in tempo. Suddenly, out of a tent, pops EP, a sweet little 18 yo (god I hope) Bonnaroo fairy, buck-naked except for airbrushed breasts, and a buck naked boy in tow (I'm thinking we interrupted something there, lol). EP wants to dance. Now, naked dancing girls will draw a crowd...always, and this was no exception. So our crowd is growing, I hand over my drum and pick up the zills (finger cymbals), another of the boys that came with us shows up with HIS guitar, a rasta man shows up with his drum (he was phenomenal), EP is dancing her heart out. Now it's time for sing along. I was hoarse as hell, my voice was shot, but I knew what I wanted us to sing. So EP would bend down (i'm short) and I would feed her the first couple of lines in my barely there voice. We sang the entire Beatles catalog, alot of Joplin, some Sublime, some originals that my group of ragtags have come up with, you name it, it was like my own personal jukebox.
So, what started with 2 drums, a recorder, and a cute San Diego boy with a harmonica was now a full fledged party(so glad my friends made us leave our camp else I would have freaked out). At any given time there were prob 50-75 people there, and I would say throughout the night (we played til dawn), there were at least 300 walking through. It was the most wonderful way to end Bonnaroo that I could imagine. It restored my faith in humanity and I LOVE EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU THAT WERE THERE.
Now, I realize it is a big world, even the relatively small world of Bonnaroo is freakin huge, but if any of you were partying your pants off in Camp Thunderlips til dawn, I would love to say THANK YOU!!