My face feels crisp and I have a van full of dirty clothes, empty food containers and muddy linens to unpack.
After I get home at around 9:30 tonight.
Leaving is great. Coming back sucks.
Also, here's my two cents about bluegrass, after a weekend of listening to nothing else, when they don't sing for long minutes at a time but just go bananas on their stringy instruments... it's really cool and very impressive on the one hand, and on the other hand, it all ends up kinda sounding the same... at least to my untrained ear.
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