We sat the next band out in favour of food (5$ hot dog -__-) and more alcohol, and hung around the edge of the pit (with a bit of time in it) for Fucked Up. The band members with wives and children had them on side stage, which was just worlds of adorable.
Perfect day was perfect. We left before the Descendants took the stage, exhausted from all the day drinking and moshing, so they're still on the bucket list. I had a friend staying with me from Kingston that I hadn't seen in three years (apart from apparently a couple years ago when I was too sick to even realize he was there), and ran into a handful of people from back home in Belleville who I had yet to actually spend time with in Toronto. I moshed, I stomped, I banged my head and threw my body around like a crazy person, and spent the next day in a great deal of pain. Riot Fest was full of good music and good people, and I sincerely hope they bring it back next year!