Last night I saw Sloan in San Francisco. It couldn't have come at a worse time for me, but as we waited for them to get set up, I got all giddy and I knew it had been a good idea to see Sloan instead of working more on my quals.
During the second or third song, Patrick moved over a bit and started scanning the audience. He sort of stared in our direction, so I yelled and threw my hands up in the air. He grinned, nodded, and pointed, then hustled back to his microphone to lay down some harmonies.
In that instant, I forgave him for "Backstabbin'".
(Jay gave a little nod when I did the same to him.)