Some bloke named Lenny showed up at the end with a cream pie, ostensibly for me. He asked me to repeat after him, "Lenny, give the cream pie to me", to which I repeated "Lenny, give the cream pie to Tom." I don't know what happens if you are dumb enough to repeat after him, but everyone seemed genuinely surprised that instead of refusing to repeat after him or blindly repeating after him, I instead altered the statement. After a second of hesitation, Lenny shrugged and smacked poor Tom in the face with a cream pie. That was very amusing.
Unfortunately (or, fortunately, depending on how you look at it) we didn't get pictures of my performance. My mom got some on her cell phone, but knowing how technically disinclined my mother is, it should take about 10,000 years before we ever get those.
Here I am trying on hats. I didn't actually buy any, but everyone thought I should get this one. Too bad nobody got a picture of me doing my best Errol Flynn impression when I put it on.
I also got to offroad for a bit in the parking lot after the festival closed. The "parking lot" is a big cow pasture full of mud. My Jeep is now covered in mud. I am happy.