Oh God, I forgot to mention that during Chelsea Grin when I was standing by the bar, there was this guy, I shit you not, who was about age 75, wrinkly with the trashiest moustache ever, wearing a Chelsea Grin shirt, who knew all the lyrics and was yelling along.
And he kept going, "Yeah, BITCH! Chelsea! BITCH!" I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.