Except three guys my age showed up, and lacking anyplace for three guys to sit together, they went outside and brought in three of the patio chairs, and made their own little "section". That showed ingenuity, and determination. I kept expecting to recognize them as Indian Princess acquaintances, but apparently not. They listened intently for 8 or 10 songs, then took the chairs back outside and left. Mysterious. Some kind of blind audition?
The main significance of the night was that we were there at all. It was our first time at Costa Mesa since the alleged banning, so we were glad to be there even on a slow night, 'cuz sometimes it's a great place to play. No confrontations with the management, and I quit right at 10 straight-up, so we wouldn't cross any lines. Besides, it wasn't painful to quit that early since nothing was happening anyway...
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