My night at the Record Bar

8:30 PM: I got here early. Too early, in fact. The cover band was playing and I was alone in a sea of the middle aged mingling with the earliest arrivals of hipsters.; My roommates were with me, but one of them were under 21, so they went to take her home. Now I’m sitting outside waiting for the rest of our crew.
9:14 PM: Reward Tree just got here. That’s my friend’s band that we’re here to see. Finally someone here that I know.
9:30 PM: Cooking Commerade is now here! It’s a blog party!
10:00 pm: The first band, Brad Hoshaw & the Seven Deadlies just took the stage,and my roommate just got back with my car. I can now enjoy myself.; Seven Deadlies is pretty folksy. I’m really digging them. Every night should be awesome music night.
10:30 PM: Out on the patio, still rocking out to Seven Deadlies, and we just realized that we are hipsters.; Crap.
10:49 PM: Sad that some of my friends are missing this. These guys are great. Very southern rock out of Omaha, and half these songs are about whiskey.
10:56 PM: Wishing my Dad was here. I think he’d really dig these guys. I think I’m going to buy their cd.
11:04 PM: I bought their CD
11:29 PM: Second band is doing sound check. We didn’t catch their name.
11:40 PM: New band has female vocals. I’m a sucker for female vocals. Apparently, I’m the only one in the group that is.
11:48 pm: New band sucks. We are all now ignoring the screeching and shitty keyboards and are tweeting to talk over the level of post-modern-emo-Evanessence-Pink-Floyd-wannabe band.; They are like a crappy version of the Dresden Dolls.
12:27 AM: Reward Tree is setting up and the last of our party has arrived. I also am now drinking a rum and coke. So far tonight was money well spent.
12:38: James Bond drinks Vodka Martinis. Remember kids, designated drivers are cool. Reward Tree just started rocking out.; Night well spent.