Conclusions drawn last night

1. I have a deep well of affection for the clutch of earnest white boys in polo shirts that congregate at the front of every Tipitina's show and bob their heads intently.
2. I would crawl across broken glass to experience Rob Mercurio playing bass.
3. I have a very peculiar form of kleptomania - it only manifests itself around flyers in the women's bathroom at Tip's.