Oh, and also...
... Matt Costa was good last night. He played the songs I like better than a jukebox and kept the emo to a very low simmer. I walked in at exactly the right time to miss the beshirted-in-matching-Gap-plaid-and-trucker-caps-like-tools opening band and nothing else. I stared like a stalker at an incredibly hot girl all night and then lost all volition to hit on her because I suck. nearly took an incredibly hot girl with hips and braids and a saliva-inducing shimmy home. There was a minimum of teenybopping hipster twerps. I got just the right amount of drunk. Good times.