I went to a bar in downtown Los Angeles called Good Times at Davey Waynes or something to that effect. It's a renovated 70s house that is now a bar. The front door is a refrigerator. Anyway, after 2 hours of waiting in line, they finally let us in. The moment I walked in Edge of Seventeen started. It was surreal to see a room packed full of 20-something's rocking out to Stevie. Then, the last song of the night was Go Your Own Way. It was last call at this point and everyone was trashed. Such a blast!
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