The Belly Up show was excellent, but to my huge shock and dismay, my usual happy place at the venue (side wall below the loft, where everyone sits and no one talks) got invaded by PBR-swilling, loud high-fiving bros who kept texting or yelling random conversations to each other at the top of their lungs. After they were joined by five equally obnoxious friends who, since there was no room to sit, kept standing in front of me, I spent a lot of the evening poking them in the back and telling them to move aside so I could see, and to shut up during the quiet parts. I'm pretty sure they were quite weirded out by the pissed off, lone older woman next to them, but they literally didn't even know what band they were there to see (they had to ask one another, repeatedly). UGH. I wish I could have a do-over.