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Oh, sheesh, it was a joke. I'm the youngest 47-year-old on the planet. I'm really sorry I didn't go, because I was never so much on the fence when tickets went on sale as I was this year.
It wasn't the ticket price that dissuaded me, but the added expense of lodging in the vicinity.
And I'm not jealous of anyone either, but rather envious. I'm glad my friends had such a good time at something I would have enjoyed ... because that's the next best thing in my book to me enjoying it myself.
Eh, chock it up to Decision No. 3,456,812 that could have been better.
Oi, I missed Coachella and it was great. I love my set of problems!!!!
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