Upon entering the parking lot of the Firebird Friday night, there was an unexpectedly large amount of people, and a long line that reached clear out the door and into the lot.
The line at the door of the Firebird snaked through the parking lot. This was the first sign. Then -- the smiles, the excitement, no one worrying about not getting in -- a sense of fate in the air.
A healthy heap of rock was doled out Sunday night at the Firebird.