First you need Club-Mate, sugared caffeinated half-liter tea-bomb. You will be on your game.
Then you hit up a kiosk again for beers and balls. On second thought, scratch the balls. On second second thought…
Tote said beers plus barbeque fixings to awaiting park party. Marvel at decency of Hefeweissen/banana juice combo. Proceed to play with fire, then enjoy the meaty fruits of your labor. Wish you had perfected the art of portable hot sauce by now.
Allow evening to slide into night.
Strut into exclusive art party held in what appears to your night vision to be a warehouse in the forest. When confronted as to whether you are on the list, gesticulate exasperatedly and grandly declare yourself to be with the person in front of you (as though that weren’t obvious). Take subsequent advantage of open bar.
Escape into nearby park to indulge in ghostly moonlit highjinks.
Wind down in Some Bar Somewhere. Let night’s apparitions seep their way into the smoke.