
...for a friend's art show...

...that was amazing. I'll give you one guess who designed that poster. About halfway through the night, I started envying Reggie's shoes...

...I chose style over comfort, and was regretting it.

So much so that I was sitting down on the ground. The gross downtown pavement. I don't even want to think about what has been there. But I was desperate.
Bonus of the night: when the Hares joined the buskers and rocked out:

Quite the distinguished buskers, I might add, with their little oriental rug.
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Wow, those buskers weren't messing around there; they really set up shop!
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