Joe's spot on.
C'mon Targa, it's halfway through the last set. You've been drinking beer all night that's piss-warm from sitting on top of your amp. That bleached-blond cougar that strolled in at 10 with her friends has been smiling at you for the last 3 songs....She doesn't look nearly as worn-out as she did earlier, you wave to the waitress.....
