It's Woodstock, 1969, and Laramie Pruitt is anxious to feel some peace and love after the recent Stonewall riots in his hometown. While he's grooving to some great music at the festival, Laramie meets a handsome young man named Sullivan “Sully” Conyers. They get along well together, and Sully even tolerates Laramie's tendency to get on his soapbox about social issues and Big Brother. When Laramie learns that Sully is gay, it leads to a tryst later that night and clandestine kisses under Sully's tarp during a rainstorm. Things are great, but as always, Laramie's mouth gets him into trouble, and drives Sully away. Laramie knows he was wrong, but in a sea of half a million people, how is he supposed to find Sully and apologize? Thankfully, Laramie finds Sully on the last day of the event and he gets a second chance at love.

Woodstock Gave Me You

And thinking of that wasn’t helping, either!


In an attempt to rid myself of the stiffness of my appendage, I lay there pondering the homely attributes of Eleanor Roosevelt. Sullivan awoke and stretched beside me, and thoughts of the former First Lady flew out of my mind, damn it.


“Morning,” he said, grinning at me as he sat up, tenting the tarp with his head. “Ready to face the day?” Oh bother. He was one of those people. Without awaiting my response, Sullivan pulled the tarp off of us, and I pulled the top layer of my sleeping bag over my head, the better to hide from the sun, and his cheer.


“Are you going ape, man?” I groused from inside my cocoon.


“Aww, come on, Laramie! It’s a beautiful day. Let’s go take a dip in the lake.” He climbed out of his sleeping bag and rummaged inside his backpack for something.


I yawned and sat up. “If we both go,” I countered, “we’ll lose our spot.”


Chapter 4