"Under the condition that he's not some really old guy with a beer gut and a ponytail even though he is clearly balding." That was what most the aging hippies Alison knew looked like anyway.<br/><br/>As soon as she finished her sentence the driver's door and the sliding door of the backseat opened at the same time. "You two need a ride to the show," the blonde that climbed from the backseat called. Alison stared unbelieving. It wasn't that the girl's hair was the longest she'd seen outside of a Rapunzel story but that she wore a flowered headband and bell bottoms that someone had drawn all over. Her top was little more than a knitted bra or bikini top and bracelets covered both her wrists.<br/><br/>"What show?" Alison asked.<br/><br/>"Woodstock of course," the guy standing in the driver's side door answered. He was wearing a pair of bell bottoms of his own but had somehow forgotten to put on a shirt.<br/><br/>"Um," the girl danced towards them and offered each of them a daisy. Alison looked at Ellie and waited to see what she would do.