Matthew and I had to console ourselves with a pathetic approximation of a DMB concert held in our den. Sure, there was plenty of space to move about. No B.O. to be found. Unlike last year, there was no new sticky and grotesque-smelling substance on my flip flop to remove the next day because there was a newly-minted drinker in the crowd. Look sweetie, it’s ok not to like the taste of alcohol, but if the alcoholic beverage you’re drinking