I loved it when, last night, opening band Poprocks urged everyone to check out their website: poprocks.net. I wondered then, if they get big and famous, will Jess be able to sell her URL for millions? Would she do it? And how much mistaken traffic must she already get, and how many happily surprised customers? The possibilities are endless.

I also loved it that Poprocks played Baby Got Back, Separate Ways and Paradise City. Actually, I think they might be my dream band.

Despite a severe lack of Drake, we enjoyed our second Super Diamond experience with deep appreciation and wild abandon. Sarah and I decided that Surreal should passionately pull a girl up on stage, a la Bruce, to add a little twist to his act. We considered throwing ourselves up there, but then decided that our intense stares and obvious eternal love would inspire him to act first. Sadly, we were mistaken.

Sue played her first-ever air hockey game at Kennedy's before, and Lynn led the dance floor at meat-market Fiddler's Green after. So how can I complain, really?