Now that the bruises are healing and the head...well, it still fucking hurts, I thought I would tell a bit about my time with 50,000 of my closest and drunkest friends.
Met at Maeghans, took the metro to RFK. Waited for Wendy to get off and made our way in. Checked out the vendors and got some Thai food (yes, Thai at an Irish festival.) Migrated
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