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The Lex and I had a great time.  Having to bail on 520 to snake through Bellevue to I-90 was worth it.  We may not have gotten there any faster, but trying to improve the situation by action is better than waiting for shit to get better on it's own.  Learn it, live it, love it.

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We didn't get to grab anything for dinner except a Cookie, H20, and a Brew, but it held us.  The Pre-Band was more entertaining by the stories and improv conducted between the music itself.  After they played their last song, we sat through 43 minutes of scragg filtering from the entrance of the venue to the mosh while roadies were where swapping out shitty gear for the nicer stuff.  It was hot and sticky and there were many freaks to clown.  The Lex was cold do to the fever that comes with boosters.  Several trips were made to the Ladies Room for changing in and out and in of Ts to deal with chills.

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When the Racoons started, awesome, but soon it became futile to enjoy.  Too many cattle standing up and dancing to imaginary cartoons.  Bailure was our choice.  We needed to eat and had our fill - if you have a sudden urge to take a shower, it's probably time to say goodbye - Politely.

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The more you spend on tickets, the more tolerable the crowd.  There's too much scratch floating around to get cozy with all the sweaty and tilted in this group.  Lexie in the mosh with a bunch of potential fucked creeps isn't a cocktail I would drink and a visit from the Clue Bat wouldn't be a bad idea for a few of these sick bastards.

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After a 36 minute drift across the bridge, we were asked if "everyone was 21" at the pub.  New policy - after 9 PM no love for them.  Mongrill was dark so we headed to the shack to make our own.

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The Sabulator greeted us with a frustrating primal dance by the back door with all the accoutrements.  Several marks were identified at strategicly targeted corners to display his distain for leaving him alone for a few hours.  My new credo is: "It doesn't matter if I'm late, you're still going in the crate!"

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We clicked on a terrible flick I had to switch off for something better.  The hills should have kept they're eyes closed.

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The Lex crashed at 2 and I at 4, Austo showed up at 11:30.  Good times this summer of 2K6 so far.  The pix below suck, but what do you expect from smuggled in gear?

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