The memory of late nights

Exiting the theater following a fantastic Crowded House show on Friday night, the drunkish couple behind me is talking loudly.

"...didn't even play it," the man says.

"I'll sing it for you, then!" the woman says. "Ner ner NER ner NER ner, ner ner NER NER!"

Her scatting sounds a whole lot like the intro to "Coffee In Bed."

"I can't believe they didn't play it," the man says.

I turn around.

"Wrong band," I say, smiling.

"What?" they both say.

"Wrong band."

"Oh s-t! That's Squeeze, isn't it?"

"Yup."

"Oh man. We kept waiting and waiting for them to play it! We don't even like Crowded House," the man says. "Just kidding!"

And they stagger off into the night.