…and after some careful schedule analysis and coordination: I can go! Fifteen bucks for tickets: the venue is the DC9 Nightclub (which is in, obviously, DC). If you end up going, I’ll be the stout middle-aged guy with glasses and no ink looking absolutely out of place for the place. I’m seriously considering wearing my N7 shirt for the full cognitive dissonance effect.
…What? I am stout, middle-aged, and I’m certainly not going to pick up women. No reason to sacrifice comfort to fashion, then.