Ex-squeeze me? Baking soda?

Last night before the Killers show, this guy turned up next to me at the bar. Some other dudes recognized him and were all "Hey are you in Stellastarr?"

I was very interested in this because when you're a fan, and you're up to bat meeting someone famous, you can, you know ... totally choke. But these guys did allright. Didn't hound him with total retard questions. They had a nice conversation about the band's tour. Bought him a shot and everything, but didn't pant or drool.

Anyhow, things took a downward turn when Rock Star To My Left said they had played some "pretty weird places like Norway." What?! The best country in the world to live in? What's weird? I was about to get all indignant on his ass, but then I checked myself and squashed it because I knew it would come out more "Hey, asshole!" than "I object!" and I obviously wasn't trying to pick a fight or whatever. You know.