We went to a cake gig last night. It was fabo! First we went to the newly refurbished and re-opened Vivace restaraunt for some fine dining. Kirsten had volunteered to drive us to the gig, then she was going to go out clubbing. By the time we got there, we had conviced her to pay for a ticket at the door and come in.
A good thing too. Despite a crappy sound system at the Lookout and the lead singer John McCrea having a sore throat, they were fantastic. Everyone in the crowd was going nuts and singing at the top of their lungs. And that was just the first song - Sheep go to heaven, goats go to hell.
