There we sat, me and my three buddies. And there we watched... we watched and we watched and we still didn't know what to make of the two horrible opening acts.

Outside, various college student/punk rockers gathered, waiting patiently for Weston to get on stage, and what did their wondering eyes behold, but none other than Dave Weston, coming in through a side door, and beating one of his sneakers against the ground senselessly.

Weston hit stage at around 11 pm wearing their boxer shorts and shoes. I heard a few comments about how Weston cancelled, and the Chili Peppers were playing instead. The band opened with a few new songs before diving into "Just like Kurt" and "Feet." Every now and then they'd stop and get mocked by the audience.

Weston: Hey we're Weston from PA, remember our motto you always have a friend in PA.

Loud Skinhead: Yeah well you're in NJ where the weak are killed and eaten.

Weston: OK, you're god, just don't hit me.

The small crowd really got into the music, and the pit was fierce by the end of the show, but Weston seemed to lack their usual intensity—they just didn't seem too into playing. Too bad.