and it was insane. I don’t think I’ve ever been able to stand being dripping in sweat, but with enough adrenaline (aka singing every song at the top of my lungs so the drunk girls in front of me were getting annoyed) I managed to sweat almost as much as Dan who sweat through his entire jean shirt by the end of the show. At some point, it looked like it was meant to look that way, like ombre, that’s how much he was sweating ugghhh soooo unfair. At some point this woman (late 30s or early 40s), in front of my friends and me, turned around and said “He’s hot” and we all just said, “YES” and I told her, “unfortunately, he’s married with child,” and she replied, “I don’t care, I’d still do him” and my friends and I just nodded and said basically we were in that club too because HOT DAMN. The Black Keys get better every time I see them, but Dan gets sexier every time I see him and it’s getting to the point where I can’t quite handle it. I had to stop singing a few times to just stare at his perfection and moan while these guys from my high school looked at me like I was insane. Such an unreal night.