Everywhere you turned, people were smiling, hugging, loving.
I guess they were pretty psyched on the world not blowing up and all.
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| Above left, Carmen, Allison and Josh soak in the music of Adam, Max and Myself. I remember doing a Franklin's Tower > Slave on the Traffic Light. We nailed the end of the Slave, which made my afternoon. Some girls from the neighboring tents came out and danced for a while, which was also quite nice. Adam was out of his skull on New Years. |
