We ate it out of the shell with tomato sauce, asparagus, potatoes and jalepeno cheese bread from the bakery. It was a feast!
Then we took our full stomachs to First Ave. for the 10:30 door opening (SO late). We finally made it in (with an extra scalped ticket for Jessica's friend, Mike) at 11:30. There were plenty of hipster kids and particularly a bunch of drunk annoying ones in line in front of us. They didn't get in (mostly cause I don't think they were 18). And who did I see at Girltalk, but Gerry Cardinal, Lane Lilliquist and Hart Thorson. Of course. It wouldn't be a Minnesota night out if I didn't see someone from Bemidji.
We took spots on the balcony with our beers and waited impatiently for the sub-par openers to finish. Here's a view of the crammed floor of dancers with the lights up:
Finally, Girltalk came out at 1:00 AM (I am used to 1:00 AM closing time so this was a little much) and rocked out with fans on stage and him pretty much hovering over his laptop the whole time. Jessica was convinced that it was all pre-recorded. Really, we'd never know if it was. Nevertheless, Girltalk made us forget all about the horrible openers and left us with lovely mixes playing in our heads on the way home.