The guy in the black leather jacket was pretty much the drunkest ambulatory person I've ever seen in my life. All throughout the show he wove his way in and out of the audience, jumping around, spilling drinks and either routing for or heckling the band. (He was so drunk it wasn't clear what he was yelling. Just that he was very enthusiastic about whatever it was he was yelling.)
Okay, back to Misshapes. Here's Grant (earning bonus points for his Rolling Stone shirt prescience) Meredith (making a Mr. Magoo face) and Sarah "Wish She Didn't Have a Boyfriend" Harrison. (Just to clarify - that's me wishing, not her.)
But hey, when it comes to getting girls dressed in naughty outfits more free drinks, sometime you gotta do what you gotta do. Meanwhile, on the other side of the dancefloor...
After our French guests had tired of the novelty of sweaty, topless men, we packed up the crew and headed over to Plaid to check out a party that the Fugees were supposedly throwing.