The wonders of a PJ show.

in The Porch
I haven't been to a bunch of shows--last night was my 5th. I'm a person that has a hard time just being--letting myself get lost in the music. So, I'm always more aware of the people around me than I like to be. Last night, I was in front of a couple much shorter than me (I'm very tall). I know they were annoyed, but they were super cool about it. In front of me was a wild dancer, who whacked me in the head and stepped on my feet. You were awesome, man. Keep rocking! And, across the aisle was a super drunk guy who appeared to be trying to get his companion to have sex with him in their seats before he fell asleep sitting up during "Black." No real point to this post other than to say: last night was a blast and a PJ show makes me love a bunch of people I might hate in other situations. Looking forward to more craziness tonight.
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Sorry, couldn't resist.