HURGGHHHHH OH MY LORD.
So I get there, right, to the venue? And I'm texting Emery like a mad person trying to figure out there the hell everyone is while my dad's parking his sweet 350 Z and then there's this guy screaming about "Fuckers hawking tickets" on the corner and I was like "Lolwat" and we just kept walking.
Then we get in line
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