And this happened:

I’m not sure what this guy’s story was, but he was rocking a furry hat in a crowded concert venue. He owned that shit.

Also during the show, I convinced myself that we had inadvertently sat at a table with a swinging couple. The fact that the lady — the complete stranger of a lady — took the husband’s and my picture did not help ease my concerns. I announced to my husband that I was not doing sexytimes with these people. Adding to the awkwardness of the situation, the following convo happened:

Man: The last people that sat here said they were heroin addicts. I don’t mess with that shit
Husband: (joking) I prefer Crystal Meth myself. [cue laughter]
Man: (clearly not joking) Me too man. It’s been a while, but me too.
Me: (slowly backing my chair away)

I’m sure they were actually normal people, albeit with a checkered past, but hey…music makes the people come together, or some shit.