I didn't go to the show. They stopped selling tickets by 10 o'clock. This made my face sad. But Alex and I got beers with Eric and Katie, and even though the bartender at the White Dog was very odd and, as one patron put it, he was "an obnoxious cunt", the beer was cheap, and good, and eased me away from the shores of anger, toward the blissful Isle of the Blessed.
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