Let’s get ready for tomorrow by watching videos of drunk dudes dancing at Summerfest
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In case you’re concerned about that low, dull roar emanating from the lake, don’t fret: It’s just the mating call of Summerfest, which kicks off tomorrow afternoon. We know, we know, the Big Gig is about as cool and cutting-edge as a Beach Boys reunion (July 1), and the backlash against the Summerfest-backlash has probably swung back to just plain old backlash by now. That’s why we’re avoiding the never-ending arguments about lineups and drink prices and focusing on the one thing that makes this annual music-and-picnic-tables blowout truly special: wasted dudes dancing to Summerfest cover bands. Preferably wasted shirtless dudes dancing to Summerfest cover bands. (Cut-off t-shirts and high-tops are also acceptable.)
