- Sat, 20:20: This night is going to last forever. And ever. And ever.
- Sat, 20:50: Four hours of dancehall is enough to make anyone commit suicide.
- Sat, 21:19: The fumes from all of the hair product concentrated on the dance floor is making me want to wretch. Head killing me.
- Sat, 21:32: Octogenarian Hair Cream. Cocoa butter. Relaxer. All I can inhale at this show. I'm dying.
- Sat, 23:04: DJs set SHOULD have ended 30 minutes ago. At some point we lost the balls required to tell people that set times ARE NOT OPTIONAL.
- Sun, 02:05: So my first encounter with drunken Temple students was innocuous. A group of 8 sorority girls. Ay dios mio.