Thank heavens for pre-ordering tickets because there was a HUGE line when we showed up. The place was so small and HOT. I WAS wearing my halo and got noticed as soon as the Godlet took the stage (to which the chick behind me said "I'm soooo jealous") The poor band sweating their asses off did a great job. My husband and I both got a shirt and a bumpersticker. We were about to head outside to wait for a bit since I'm really claustrophobic and it was starting to get to me when Steve-man stepped up to the bar. He signed my CD (emblazened it really, the pen wasn't working well) and was sweet enough to take a picture with me. I'm really shy in person with people so I didn't talk to him much. I felt bad for interrupting his beer so we left. Good thing too because our car wouldn't start and a jump from another car wouldn't get it going either. We sat around for 45 minutes waiting for a tow truck to use one of those jumper boxes which got us going. Brand new freakin' car, its late, I'm pissed and tired and my babysitter is still asleep on the couch because we didn't get in until 2:30 AM.