We had fun, but it was very...college-ey. The petting zoo did not materialize as advertised, the band's lead singer forgot about the gig, and the anthropology club students were woefully unaware of the rate at which a bubble machine goes through "bubble juice." However, there were hardly any kids there, so no one else stole the spotlight from my little stars, who danced in bubbles, waded in puddles, spearheaded the creation of public art, politely complimented the band, and otherwise enlivened this event.
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