It is 22:50. Cock whistle music is playing from the cyberspace. Antti is gone, Tomi is hiding. Long inefficient walks, searching for a second skin, not too sexy. The Chinese let us down, but discount oversize stockings found us. Despite our guides' best efforts, a local source for filling the blenders has still not been found. Major reformations in the Outer Circle are causing confusion. Even Eeman's plates are gone. But Roolinoppa says that everything is ready. The sweat is condensing. Gold and silver facelift for sauna hasa been prepared. An outsider remote controlled by The Pit gave the name for the closing night. The reach is already at least 1500 meters.
It is 00:00. No music is playing, only silence. On the last day, people finally came. Then, quite many of them left when we started to discuss taking the clothes off. We were not prepared, the wide and not very defined thing that could have happened perhaps did not happen. Somehow though, there was a party, so much even, that the bar is all purple and stained now. And this blog post is one day late. Some who said that they came and did not participate in any way said the show was great, and some who participated in everything said it was bullshit.
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