So our plan for a low-key Halloween resulted in half-naked bartenders, an metric buttload of beer, and a cheerfully tipsy three mile hike home two hours later than we'd meant to be home, and then six hours later we got up, made coffee, and slithered back into town for the Merge Records Last-Chance-To-Early-Vote Local-Rockers-And-Billy-Bragg Obama
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