All the Concerts Fit to Print

Moore played a bar on the south side, called the Social. Six bucks. Good deal, even though we had to leave early, since Cindy was experiencing a bad headache. We sat across a table from a woman who seemed to be either supposed to meet someone (in particular), or hoping to meet someone (in general). She was dressed up and kept an eye on the door. She shushed us, at one point. It was probably deserved.