Strange creatures came to slake their thirst the night of the super moon.
The streets swayed with MUSIC. Artists made art, lovers loved, and drinkers drank dollar-off margaritas because the planets of Festival, and Super Moon, and Cinco de Mayo all aligned, and it was good.
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It's a weird way to have a conversation. But go ahead. Then I'll find your blog (if you have one) and comment about something there. We probably won't be talking about the same thing--but I've had conversations like that, haven't you?