On Weird Al. in Whey and Sonic Screwdrivers.

• I knew there were going to be lots of costume changes, but the way it was done never left me bored.
• Holy hell he has range.
• Holy hell he can hold a tune for a long time.
• Holy hell I look just like him.
• I should totally cosplay as him next time. Like, mustache and all.
• My throat isn’t sore. I think it’s because I was screaming in falsetto. I think it pissed off the guys in front of me; I also might have hit resonance with one of the chicks next to me, though that might have been just in my head.
• I actually don’t know his newer songs, and that didn’t matter at all. The songs I know, despite not hearing some in years, I still knew every single lyric. All About The Pentiums makes it onto mixes unlike Amish Paradise - but oh man, I knew every lyric. Ditto Dare To Be Stupid.
• I still maintain that if I ever see Metallica, I’ll get some nosebleed seats in the back. I don’t like loud noises, but this was tolerable; it was loud, but my ears aren’t ringing.
• This bit NEVER EVER GETS OLD. Oh my god. The only thing that could possibly make it better is if it also had Butters from South Park. Do you know what I am saying? : D
• There was a mom and her daughters with her next to me and they were having a blast. It was cute.
• Afterwards, friend and I hit up a diner. It was midnight, Bon Jovi was playing, and table next to us was having geeky conversation about stuff like Star Wars. So Jersey, straight out of Clerks or something.
• I was amused when I noticed people headbanging to Smells Like Nirvana.
• We went into the nearby casino to kill time, and I got carded. HA HA HA.
• I would die if he ever were to do Albuquerque.
• Polka is bad-ass.

tl;dr: It was awesome.