sarah came back to town
and then she left again. But good times. 
and then she left again. But good times. 
This was the last show I saw, because at this point I could barely walk. Like, man I was tired. I drove home and I don’t even know how I made it. So tired. These are all with the 500, but none of the exposures were particularly long, a good thing in a jostling crowd mere feet form the mosh pit. /935/0024.jpg)
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“Did he just take my picture?” the guy asked. “Yeah, it’s kinda what he does.” 
The number of things going on in this picture is at least double what you think it is. And then there’s all the things that happened that night that aren’t in the picture. A couple good rock bands, a hillbilly jug of sangria, a foamy (but free) keg, etc. etc. If I sat here and actually listed everything, you’d get bored and never read again. You had to be there. And you should have. /939/0013.jpg)
So, Amber was kind enough to let me and Chas and her bro crash at her house, even leaving the front door open so we didn’t have to leave the party when she did. The next morning, Amber and josh and I had brunch at the Norman Airport. It’s a place to go to based on novelty, because the service sucked and the food wasn’t even as good as ihop. /941/0015.jpg)