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I’ll keep this as short as possible. My bed awaits, and so does the 9:30 gates time for tomorrow’s workshops …

Highlights of the night:

- The Decemberists performing all of The Hazards of Love front to back, full of theatrics and soaring melodies and crescendos — AND THEN coming out for an encore to play “Sons & Daughters,” also known as the one song that I was absolutely dying to hear them perform. It ended with a beautiful singalong of the final refrain, all twelve thousand of us breaking the noise bylaw with great joy and gusto.

- Arrested Development making the entire park into a big dance party. Never mind that most of us can’t actually pull off the dance moves they encouraged us to imitate; it was still fun.

- The millions of adorable festival babies, including one who was propped up on his mommy’s shoulders “dancing”. Aw. Death by cute.

- Gomez, just in general. An excellent set by a group of guys who were obviously just having a great time onstage. And they played the one song I actually know, which was nice.

Bell Orchestre and Lee Harvey Osmond (not Oswald!) were also marvelous, including the trumpet player from the former playing into the bell of the French horn. Nice move.

Greatest number of toonies carried on my person at one moment: 8

Celebrities I thought I spotted in the crowd before I realised the heat was probably just making me hallucinate: Cameron Diaz, Lindsay Lohan, Emma Watson (what was in my dinner?)

Two more days to go!