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I'm sorry you all missed Mike Doughty last night, because he, you know, rocked my socks off. When we got there, he was standing outside with his guitar, giving an impromptu show on the sidewalk. Rocked. My. Socks. Totally worth all the waiting.
We ran into Holly and her cute friend with the lip piercing, because this wouldn't be Seattle if I didn't run into someone I know. I'd never been to Neumos before, but Tara commented that it felt like a bowling alley, and you know, it did.