Thank you so much boy-who-brought-a-camcorder-to-this-concert. Thank you thank you for documenting the horrendous hipster couple that I tried to capture on my cell phone, but the shaking and jiggling and overall tourette’s-ness of the “dancing” was just too much for my poor Samsung to handle. My beef with them extended far beyond the two shades of red the unfortunate boy was sporting, but the fact that their “dancing” SO got in the way of my Girl Talk experience. And anyone who knows me knows that if anyone gets between my Top 40 radio and me, smack downs are so fair game.

But besides that, awkward hand waving and shoulder shimmying and bang shaking and wannabe gansta signing were the popular moves of the day (where have I seen this before?). And big ups for those of you lucky enough to share a bowl with DJ Gregg Gilles at the Cloyne afterparty? I hear that his spontaneous clothes doffing doesn’t only happen on stage ;)