Dave Matthews made me his bitch. For two and a half hours I actually tried to dance. And we're talking about someone here who can barely walk without doing it goofy. But goddamnit, I moved my hips, my upper body, and even occasionally my legs, in a display hopefully nobody but my friends saw. It was a great night. I'm exhausted from everything a day afterwards, so I'm going to get to bed. There'll be more banter to come. Sean