Tour Day Twelve: Hand Me That Glowstick

Last night there was a rave going on in the larger room of the club we played.  It was kind of funny to me that in a place that serves 3.2 Beer would have a rave taking place in the next room over.  The streets of Salt Lake City were lined with teenage girls in their underpants waiting paitiently to buy glowsticks and dance to very repetitive music.  It was kind of uncomfortable to look at.  I don't think I've seen that much glitter since the pixie revolt of the late 90's.  Boy do I feel old.