Why it is good to go out even when you think you need to stay home

I kicked it at the homestead last night, opting for Manifesta over SD skree punx the Plot to Blow Up the Eiffel Tower. Then Ezra emailed this missive:
“The Plot… Oh my fucking god. One of the best live shows I have ever seen. Half the show was their singer stripping the clothes off the crowd, getting about 50% of the boys to strip down, plus a jazz/punk jam that involved the entire band leaving the stage and setting up around the crowd. Drums in back, singer faux-fellating some guy, bass player behind the stage…it was insane. Then we stayed up to 4am and drank beer. Now I feel terrible.”
Reading feminist theory while an awesome saxophonal punk band gets Dionysian across town ranks above murdering sheep for theatrical effect.