I have to say I experienced one of the longest night of my life yesterday. I met up with the guys at House of Blues for a free Fang Island show expecting awesomeness, only to find myself waiting anxiously for three not so fang-tastic opening bands to get through with their sets. I won’t name names, but one one band in particular is hands down the worst show I’ve ever had to listen to in my life. Fang Island was a good show, if only I had enough energy to enjoy it by the time they came on, right around 1 Am. But I lost all hope when a couple started a Bollywood dance in front of me and the guy kept asking the chick, “was that good for you?” On the upside of things, thank goodness for a sweet ass parking space, giant lounge chairs in abundance, decent drinks, and confetti.