Bill's band played its last show until some time next year Saturday night. They played well and the crowd was loving themselves some Wrong Impressions.
I worked the door for them and tried not to be annoyed by the drunk people. It was going pretty good until Bill traded MY Jaegermiester t-shirt that he was wearing to some guy for his tye-dye ... needless to say, he got it back. And all was better in rivetergirl land.
Our friends' band, the Dailies, opened and did a kick-ass job.