Foodstock or fatpocalypse? If you missed GoogaMooga, here’s a 9-word recap: Saturday sucked, Sunday better, yay for Hall and Oates. Of course there’s much more to say about the Moog, where depression-era food lines put a damper on things on Saturday. The early bad buzz may have led to thinner the crowds for Sunday, reducing beer lines to two hours. (Guestimate!) Tell us your war stories, your harrowing encounters with the porta potties, your hookups (and we don’t mean that fried chicken banh mi), and where you ate afterwards. And if you didn’t make it to the Moog, don’t sweat it! What did you do? Litquake reports especially welcome.