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Happy Hour

 

We celebrated the year that was in true Nine Lives Bazaar style over the weekend by gathering at HQ for a house party, sipping salty margaritas by Azteca Margarita, enjoying epic Aussie Lager's by Earth Beer Company, and savouring delicious Seltzers & Rose's from Jackson West. The party theme was in full swing, as we played Beer Pong in our best dressed NLB, played Goon of Fortune, and witnessed a magical sunset. A surprise Silent Disco meant we could dance the night away. This unforgettable night is one for the history books, and we're grateful to be apart of this wonderful community 

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