Not as cool as the granny playing ping-pong, but still fun. I can only hope to live long enough to be one of those old folks at Palmerfest myself. If I keep behaving like I did Saturday, that's unlikely to happen. I truly do not remember anything past arriving at the house... from that point to waking up Sunday afternoon is BLACK. At this point, I really don't want to know, and would like to leave whatever happened to the wind, as if I can't remember, it probably wasn't good.
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