from the many adventures of a plebdev and plebpoet:

she drives into the city to meet her friends. his band is playing a show. she won't tell him she's coming. and she doesn't have any money; it's uncertain how she'll get in. so in group of girls near the door, she decides she'll hang around outside, still able to hear washed tones from muffled amps. suddenly he bursts through the door and runs out. she is the only one he sees. he yells, "hii!" she responds, "hii!" with a sudden crack of energy. he keeps running. the girls say, "isn't that your man?" she's like, yeah ya know he's up to something probably. they realize then the music has ceased from inside. after a few moments, he comes back around from the corner where he had disappeared. he strolls up casually, hangs his arm across her shoulders and whispers, "i just puked"

moral: play so hard you puke - and go out even if you can't get in