Nun clubs wrong.

The organizers of the Cascadia festival, a local event of bleepy goodness in the summer, put together a miniature version right here in my neighborhood. Splendid! For three nights, they booked two venues a couple of blocks a part and I... bought a ticket for the wrong one last night. And I didn't even realize it until I was on my way home when I walked past the other one. Le sigh.

The tunes? Reggae-influenced and some dubstep. Not really my thing. It surprises me that this was in the bigger, fancier venue (Nectar) and not the smaller one (the High Dive).

Consolation prize: being surrounded by stunning younger women, one of whom was shaking her booty about eight feet (2.5m) in front of me.

I shall have my revenge at the Monkey Loft on New Year's Eve. Oh yes, I shall.