A pants-pissing level of excitement

It's not often I'll cough up to go to a big, national tour type of show. I went to so many during my late teens and early twenties. When I finally somewhat got my shit together, I'd become rather averse to large crowds. I blame the 14 months of isolation and seriously limited human contact while I was on the road. For awhile, I couldn't even go into a crowded stripclub, and I love stripclubs. It took some doing to half-ass get over the big crowds issue. I'll still pop smoke, lay down covering fire, and withdraw when the crowd is big and largely composed of douchebags. Tomorrow night, regardless of crowd size or composition, I fully intend to enjoy every second of the Motorhead, Reverend Horton Heat, Nashville Pussy show. It's at the Roseland Theater, the best venue in town since La Luna went away (anybody remember that place?). I've been a big fan of Motorhead and The Rev for many years and have kept an eye peeled for them in the concert listings. The last few trips through, both band have been playing on weeknights. Serendipity then, that both acts would be on the same bill on a Saturday night! If that isn't a sign from the Rock gods that I must attend, I don't know what is! WoooT!