Low Part II - My ass almost gets kicked.

The show was good. There seemed to be a high percentage of lesbians and guys with overgrown, furry beards in attendance. During Pedro's set, I was standing next to a guy whose date, I surmised, had never seen a concert that wasn't performed by Dave Matthews and his shit-dumping band. She kept speaking really loudly and saying things like, "Yeah, I really like this band! Their music is so melancholic. I mean, like, self-indulgent. You know. Really simple. It's good."

After the show, a very butch, drunk lesbian threatened to kick my ass because I accidentally cut in front of her in line for the coat check. I've never been in a fight before, and never had the desire to be in one...until just then.

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