John Mayer was great but frat boy crowd supersucked! Best part was lying on ground listening to quality guitars with eyes closed to avoid watching drunken half-naked girls hanging on one of the thousand boys wearing striped button-up, rolled up to elbow, khaki cargo shorts and flipflops.

Jordan: Can I ride with you guys to the concert?
Can Clint come too?
Can we drink in the backseat? No matter if we're all underage. Just don't get pulled over and we won't get in trouble.
Oh by the way, I have to work until two. We'll leave by three, lose an hour from time change on the way, and get there after the concert starts, but no big deal. John Mayer won't play til after eight.
Where are you going guys? If I had known you would retract your invitation, I wouldn't have spent 50 bucks on tickets.
No, I can't drive myself! I don't have gas money. (So I guess that means I wasn't gonna pay Taylor either.)
Geez, I bet this is all Taylor's fault anyway.

Moving on, what is a good middle name for 'Trevor'?