They packed in a shit ton of people, although I suspect that a substantial portion of them were there to hear, either, "Sex On Fire" or "Use Somebody". My theory may or may not have been proven correct due to the amount of people that swarmed the exits after each song was played.
The show itself was alright. I think they'd do much better in a smaller venue. Maybe The Filmore or The Fox. No lie, I started falling asleep during their first encore song. I have no idea what it was called (i was part of team "all i wanna hear is "Manhattan") but it dragged on and on and on.
The bathrooms were super interesting at the Palace and at the Post bar across the street. Never mind that there were exactly 435-ish bump-it sightings, the bathrooms were the place to be.
your welcome!
In case you can't read the bubbly 14 year-old girl pen scribble, one thoughtful patron scrawled the following in a ball point pen:
I wright
on bathroom
stalls so you
have Something to
read while you pee!
Your Welcome!
Worst e.e.cummings poem EVER.
She returned sometime later to add another blurb below...
Bill Nye would be sooo proud.
Hey I'm back
did you know the
Best hangover cure in
the world is to eat pickles
& drink water the next morning!
try it - it works!
Somewhere between the shuttle ride across the street and a quick stop at the over-priced bars in the Palace turned some lovely bump-it sporting ladies into Jean Claude Van Damme/MacGyver rage-aholics.
call me an elf one more time...
tampon? check. razor blade? double check.
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