Castle nights are the most fun nights.

Sitting in the back booth, approaching 4 am. Crust punks with kids are playing darts (poorly), D. LLoyd is taking pictures of himself on his phone, Reeves is deeply involved in some intense conversation about West African slave trade (gah). We were just watching it all happen.

"I'm so happy. Everything is wonderful."

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I was telling Mary about another Castle encounter:
"I was watching them, and she was leaning into his lap and and they were just making out and her butt was in my face, and I realized: they TOTALLY have SEX!"

"Yeah.... Like, he sees her naked... and he LIKES it!"

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Most beautiful weekend. I played so much, and saw so many people, and felt so lucky even though nothing is perfect, and and and and and.