Size for this gig was set to super-intimate. So much so I had to lurk at the back bemoaning my forgotten earplugs, while Tim discovered that sticky floor makes for for supergrip moshing in a small sea (inlet?) of flailing 14+ers, avoided fluoro-splatter from the various Neon and Ultras and eventually got to invade the stage and fall on some stuff! I got photos, I'll post them somewhere at some point. It's a small enough room that your flash will reach, even from the bar.
I also went to Truck, which was fun. More on that later. Maybe.