Fortunately, most people (ie - those clearly more sane than us) saw that the forecast called for 100+°F temperatures and decided to stay home. I mean, look at how fucking deserted the place was!
Friday morning I helped Fatty and the guys in the band load up their gear into their van. They were moving to a hotel that was closer to where they'd be playing their first of two shows in town.
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