Observations From a Night of Gigs

You always regret bringing a coat.

One rock chick is fascinating. Two are a pair of P.J. Harvey rip-offs.

You can't clap while you're drinking.

A lone hipster could be cool. Two hundred in the same room look like idiots.

You lose faith in your jokes the second time you have to repeat them.

Making eye contact once is good. Twice is communication. Three times without saying anything is creepy.

They should have a War on Other-People-Pushing-Up-To-The-Front.