In between dirty wellies and rain frizzled hair, a Boobypack emerges. Triumphant. Electric. Bold. Does its owner care that she's standing in a fairly large puddle? No. Does she care that her friend is trying to "tap that"? NO. All she cares about is flashing her ray of Boobypack sunshine and lighting up Governors Ball 2013 for all to see. You go Glen Coco.