While impatiently waiting for show time again, which was an hour later tonight than last night, I drove back up to the Horseshoe. Once back inside the Bluesville club, I saw a lot of people from the night before, and met some new people, too. Everyone from the previous night had played musical chairs, and were all scattered around from last night's seating arrangement. I was still right up front, but further around the side. We talked about how much we had enjoyed the show the night before, the other shows we'd seen previously, how annoying it is that Ticketmaster doesn't understand what "Tommyside" means, and the all-important question for most of us, "So when's your next show?" Those of us who knew were considered lucky - it's a frustrating thing not to know where your next Styx show is coming from! I had a great time talking with Cindy and Jerry from Florida, who gave me my Styx buttons. I can't believe I've been to so many shows without ever getting one from anyone, and neither could Cindy! Thank you!