So the group of us were planning to meet last night at about 10:30 at First Avenue, the first time I had ever been there.  I got in the car at 10-ish, started it up, pulled out of the parking lot...

Only to discover Hey!  Both of my headlights are out!

So thankfully it was only 10-ish, and my parents were both still up watching the ballgame(s), so I gave them a call to borrow one of their cars for the night.

I get the cars swapped, on the road again, finally get there around 11:30.

Then I have to wait in line for maybe an hour to get in.  Ugh, remind me to buy ticket online the next time.  I would have, but I didn't have a printer.  Yeah, worth it to find a printer.

Get inside, find my friends, discover that...  well...  this ain't really my thing.

Okay, here's the deal, for those of you not local:  First Avenue is considered the music venue in Minnesota, possibly in the entire upper Midwest.  Prince, Soul Asylum, The Replacements, The Jayhawks, Semisonic, they all got their start there, and if you're a band in Minneapolis you consider playing First Ave as a focal point in your career.

That being said, it was my first time ever there (although I had definitely wanted to get there in the past), so I was expecting some decent band to be playing a live gig.  It's First Ave!  It's Halloween, for God's sake!  Let's get creative!

Instead, we had DJs and boom sh boom sh boom sh

Ugh.  At 30, I'd say I'm too old for this shit, but quite frankly I was too old for that shit at 18. 

So, yeah, miserable time.  Could barely talk to any of my friends that were there because I couldn't even hear them, and it was so dark I didn't even realize one of my friends was wearing a red outfit until I took a picture on my way out.  But I had the Jayne Cobb going, which was cool, especially when a girl came up to me to get a picture.  Like I said, it was loud and dark, and she had an accent (sounded Russian, but who knew), so it took me about three swings to realize that she was dressed as Kaylee.  Kind of.

So we get the pictures taken, and she leaves, and one of my friends says "you get her number?"

Ummm...  Was I supposed to?  This is the very definition of me in a loud, crowded, nightclub-esque scene: I become a fucking idiot.

Anyway, didn't last long, I got out of there around 2ish (the first 2, I think), came home, played video games, and that was my Halloween.

Remind me to never go downtown on Halloween again.