I wanna rock 'n roll all night

So the metal show. Ruled. Cindy and I had a wonderful time. We got hit on by high school boys. We fell in love with the lead singer from Twelve Tribes. We stalked him outside the club, and then I insisted we stop because I felt fifteen years old, and not in a good way. Crisis was fairly disappointing, but it wasn't their fault. The sound guy had the guitar way up and everything else way down. He should be fired. We also had this conversation:

Cindy: Everyone's staring at us.

Me: Everyone is NOT staring at us.

Cindy: I look like I live on the Upper East Side and you're wearing pink. We don't exactly blend in.

I glanced around.

Me: Okay, you're right. Everyone's staring at us.