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Sunset Redonkulousness
Awww, peeps. If you are sunburned, clinically dehydrated, or sufferring from raw open foot blisters, chances are you hit Ye Olde Sunset of Junction this weekend. I am all three, testament to my having gone both sweltering days. My favorite flashes of blurry memories:
- The crowd oohing along to Eugene Goreshter's falsetto during the Autolux set
- Watching a baby's face change from blank to giggly while it stared at someone playing air guitar during the Buzzcocks
- Running into an acquaintance with an extra (!) bacon wrapped hot dog. I wouldn't buy one, but I sure as hell ate a free one
- Laying on the hot concrete at 10pm for a breather
- The architectural wonders of the mohawks in attendance on Sunday (Buzzcocks)
- The Indie 103 misting tent
- The Smiths night after party at Part Time Punks, which was off. the Hook. One can never ever ever have enough Morrissey, and anyone who says otherwise will be slapped in the face with a gladiola.
Please continue to rock on, and if you have a favorite blurry memory from el Junc-shon, please do share in the comments. Hopefully it's not "Making fun of some redhead's unruly afro from afar." Though I really can't blame you.
Miss Alie Ward
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