Is that who I think it is? it is! it is!

Last night we went to the Dave Matthews show.

Dave's never been the most exciting show, and his fan base looks a lot like an Abercrombie & Fitch ad drank too much Jagermeister and threw up all over the lawn, but we found a good place to stand and the weather was nice enough where a good time was had by yours truly. I ran into a few old friends, had a few over-priced beers, watched some clueless kid walk into, flirt with, dance with, straight-out grind, yet never muster up the balls to make out with one of those crazy Dave floozies. I was upset for the boy, I really was. Like a lot of the people there, I was a little bored for a while but then something happened. Trey Anastasio came out and owned the show for like half an hour with his mad guitar skills and a fury of feedback. Dave completely scrambled to keep up with him. So you're the number one touring draw in America and you get showed up at your own fucking concert by a guy that never even spoke a single word. Totally kickass. Trey rocked. Anyways, that's about it for now. Adios'.