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j_v_lynchGentle Readers,
Last night on the way home from picking up Kira-Lynn at the airport, I told her about the event I was going to next weekend. It's a "camping" event that takes place in a 5 acre industrial building in Barrie.
"So, you're goign to spend the next weekend staying in an abandoned industrial building. You're going to be wearing weird clothes. There will be tents on the concrete and you'll be eating unusual pizza and other strange food. There will be odd music and probably dancing. There may be drummers. There will also be drinking."
"Yep," sez I, "That's about it."
"Oh My god! you're going to a rave!"
So, if I you see me with a lantern filled with glow sticks, that's why.
Last night on the way home from picking up Kira-Lynn at the airport, I told her about the event I was going to next weekend. It's a "camping" event that takes place in a 5 acre industrial building in Barrie.
"So, you're goign to spend the next weekend staying in an abandoned industrial building. You're going to be wearing weird clothes. There will be tents on the concrete and you'll be eating unusual pizza and other strange food. There will be odd music and probably dancing. There may be drummers. There will also be drinking."
"Yep," sez I, "That's about it."
"Oh My god! you're going to a rave!"
So, if I you see me with a lantern filled with glow sticks, that's why.
