My night (well, entire day) can be boiled down to three words.
Ow. (and)
Fucking Metallica.I have much much much to tell. I learned what not to do for next time and I stood like, 3 metres from James Hetfield for most of the night (he liked our side of the stage). I also have merch, and no more euros to tide me over to my flight, but oh well,
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