Oh, yeah, and I get paid for this gig. WOOT!
After the festival is when I found my non-functional car. Jot it running (thanks AAA!) and then bolted back to San Jose. Left it at the garage 5 minutes before they closed. Carla picked me up. Changed to restaurant clothes, then went and worked till 10:30 PM. Apparently I got out of there just in time, because there was a wedding out on the terrace, and the groom's father had a heart attack and died at the end of the night. Holy crap.
Off to day 7 of a 7 day work week shortly.