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In a twist of unexpectedly serendipitous timing, I managed to meet NOFX's illustrious frontman Fat Mike after their show on Sunday. Since NOFX was the only band Steph and I really wanted to see (or honestly, had even heard of), we finished watching their set and leisurely sauntered back to our car, which because we had snuck in with David as supposed EMS volunteers, was parked in a special "backstage" lot. As we passed through a forest of tour buses, there he was, lo and behold: Mike Burkett in the flesh, wearing a hounds-tooth pageboy hat and sunglasses, drinking a can of water as he walked unaccompanied through the grass. Had this event occurred six years prior, I very well may have been sporting my homemade "I love Fat Mike" T-shirt and commenced leg-humping on the spot. Lucky for him, I haven't been an active punk fan for years, and he was subjected only to the usual gawking, stammering, and an awestruck handshake.

I'm pretty sure I made a total ass out of myself, but what the hell! FAT MIKE!! What are the odds?