So last night I got bombed like Nagasaki at about 6 pm in order to be drunk all night for NOFX, and boy howdy, was it worth it. At shows, alchohol has the ability to keep me functioning in the thickest crowds and hottest rooms, so I was dancing for most of the night. They opened with The Decline, that was pretty awesome. At the end of the show, I saw a kid with a mohawk who looked like Dom Donato, so I shouted "Dom!" The kid turned away and started walking, but after about 20 seconds he turned around and saw me following him and was like, "Rich! How's it going?" Yeah, so that was cool, and he mentioned the Back Door show we should be getting on soon, as well as his band playing at the Hook which I'll try to make it out to see. I realized early on in the evening that the jacket I was wearing was the same one I wore when I first saw NOFX. Strange coincidence.