GHR was pretty much the predictable mixture of highs (warm chocolate cupakes), lows (the speakeasy was predictably out of booze pretty early, but what else did we really expect?) and apathy (traffic on the ramps in between performances was surprisingly orderly, regulated by CCSC-members wielding fancy walkie talkies). Most guests had clearly pregamed event, if […]
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