4. Memory of a B Festival, Parts One and Two

At the end of January, I went to B-Fest in Evanston, IL. There I spent 24 hours (well, 23.5 - it ended early) in an increasingly smelly auditorium watching movies that should never be screened again. In this special double-sized episode, I recount the events of that weekend and attempt to rationalize my excitement at the thought of doing it again next year.