While you got plastered on Ruby Reds in your pseudo-hippie dress, trying desperately to hook up with the dude on your left, exposing your stupid "Shiva" neck tattoo, the rest of us were trying to enjoy the show that cost $40 per person. The topper though was when you somehow managed to spill half a pint of beer OVER your head and onto our blanket and my leg. But of course you were too busy calming yourself with your shitty meditation practices to bother apologizing or offer up something to clean the mess. I hope the alcohol monitor I called over when we left was a welcome surprise.
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