Tuesday night my cousin Missy and I had planned a girls night that involved quality hamburgers and even more quality rock via The Black Keys concert. It did not disappoint (obviously, it's the black keys people). I sang at the top of my lungs and stomped the beat the entire time with my feet. It was loud, it was crowded, and it smelled heavily of weed the entire time. I felt young again and I loved it every bit of it.