In a stroke of shitty

In a stroke of shitty planning, I attended a Pork Tornado concert tonight at First Avenue. Fishman's group is my least favorite of all the side projects, but it was still a good time. Some groovin' funk numbers were especially nice.
Despite persistent rumors that Mike Gordon was in the joint, I left early to get home in time to get at least a couple hours of sleep before we leave for NYC. If it turns out Mike was there, I'm going on record right now and saying I'm a total dumbass for leaving.
Here are some pictures I took with my stealthy little camera. As promised, low light situations totally suck, but at least you can see the huge dude with the blue hair who played saxophone. He came out for the second set with pink hair, so I'm thinking it was maybe a wig.
Maybe I should get a blue and/or pink wig?
So we're off in the morning. I've got three guidebooks, two sets of broadway tickets, a huge list of restaurants, and a belt with holes to spare. Waa-hoo!