We got to the venue at about 4:30 and went to stand in line. There weren't too many people there, so we figured we were safe to go around the back without losing our spot. Earlier, the security guard at the front of the building had said things like "I have no idea where the band is. Perhaps at a sound check, perhaps at MuchMusic, perhaps on the Moon. Perhaps I make $8 an hour and do not care for your concerns."

So we checked anyway, and lo and behold! We were rewarded in under ten minutes. Paul, the drummer, was past us before we snapped out of our "Whaaa? The band?" shock, but we did nab the guitarist and force him to sign things, me working on a lame pun project which will be revealed at the end of my spewing here. I told him the pun and he did the customary Rueful Chuckle of Bad Puns.

We came back to the line, we got our spots back, no problem, and we continued to wait. Greer and Katherine went to forage, but I'd eaten earlier, so they left me alone with the fangirls. I noticed those two hipster guys in black over Greer's left shoulder and then couldn't stop laughing because they reminded me of the vultures from the Jungle Book. They just stood there, half-smiling, with their co-iPod, in those exact positions, for about an hour and a half. We all went in, eventually and when the doors opened, they somehow got straight to the front row of the mosh pit (I was in the second row, centre) and proceeded to stand perfectly still for the entire concert. I should know, I leaned on one of them so that I could go enjoy the front row. When he didn't move, I felt kind of bad, so...

Me: Hey, sorry if I was kind of pushing you earlier. It's just that you're really tall, and I wanted to get good pictures and can't see around you.

Entoqued Hipster Vulture-man: Yeah.