matt did a good job of describing a kind of indescribable night. probably the only thing that could have salvaged my rough rough friday. i laughed hard. i cried hard. (are you seriously judging me? have you listened to them sing? live?) i almost thought they'd never stop playing. and i would have been fine with that. except that the later it got, the more my 8 block walk back to my car (passed the Trapp Door) was making me nervous. anyway, it was great. the depot is great. he was great. she was great. everyone was great great.
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