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The Path To (and during) Fest….
Tuesday: work 2-cl. Set a sale. Come home and sleep.
Wednesday: work 9-3. Receive Tristan. Make a cake and some cookies. Somehow make it to New Brunswick before 6. Give Erin a cake! See the Dopamines/Hextails/FOF. Grease trucks perhaps? Come home. Pass out.
Thursday: Get up at 9. PACK. Shower. Get fuckin stoked. Wait for James to arrive between 12 and 1. Drive to Baltimore. Check into the Tremont. Preshow doors between 5 and 6. PPMB meet and greet. Hilariousness.
Friday: DRAGONBOATS. Baltimore. Doors at five? So much music. So many bands. Two dollar PBR. Vinyl purchasing, hopefully.
Saturday: All Fest All Day. Omg!!!
Sunday: Somehow survive the weekend. White Marsh Mall trip. Neverending drive back to Jersey. SLEEP.
It’s here. Oh my god.
