So a full ten days after Best Friends Day I have a few shitty pics taken from my phone camera.  See, I brought my regular little shitty point and shoot but the minute I took the wrist strap off (about an hour after getting there) it falls off my wrist and hits the cement never to turn on again, very sad.  So no pics of Tim Barry or The Arrivals or the crowd of crusties and punkers and freaks that were at the show in the Fine Foods parking lot.  I mean, I have the memory card but we all know I am too lazy to upload that shit plus I am doing this from work so piss off, okay?  I will save the eulogy for the camera for a later date but let’s just say it was a trusty little thing and it has been with me through hell and high water but apparently couldn’t handle Richmond.  RIP little buddy, you’ll be missed. 

I hope some of you can make it next year.  I know you won’t but it sounds nice and makes me seem like less of an asshole.  Thanks to Brendan and Krista for letting us crash in their beeeeautful home and to Rats for driving.  8/21/2010, never forget!  Oh and two words: watermelon wheat.  Trust me on this one.

The shallow end of Hadad’s Lake.  Kinda dirty what with the beercans on the bottom of the lake but we played a righteous game of blackout three ball volleyball there with some other punkers and punkettes. 

John Brannon of Negative Approach fame.  I walked up and shook his hand.  Dude is as real as it gets.  Plays in a legendary hardcore band with a crazy large guarantee yet is still hustlin his own merch.  Solid. 

The aftermath of Negative Approach.  Dance party in effect at the front of the stage.  Only at Best Friend’s Day can you go from watching Negative Approach violently tear apart the stage to a dance off complete with Beyonce and Ying Yang Twins.

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