Approximately three hours until the ripe old age of 27 hits me, after a long day of moving, we find ourselves in the Rogue. I am with the lovely Amber hoping to hell her plethora of visible tattoos will make it acceptable for me to be here by proxy. If not my cap proclaiming \""I am the Boss\"" certainly did the trick.\n\nBeing a divier place I decided to be one of the guys and have a Bud Light like the good old days (I don't remember it being that gross before). The bartender tells me I have to put my shirt inside out if I am going to drink Bud Light. I look down and realize that I am wearing my Guinness shirt from the OYE at Finnegan's. Embarrassing but the guy gets cool points for the comment. Afterward I switch to a safe Jack and Coke...and another and another etc.\n\nThe jukebox kicks some major ass here. Plenty of punk rock, rockabilly, old soul that sort of thing. \n\nThe Kevmo met up with us pulling into a front spot in his Subaru wagon and as he clicked the lock the beep drew some stares. Nice Grateful Dead shirt hippie. \n\nThe band that was supposed to play never showed (probably syphillus complications?) so they had a replacement band show up about 11. \n\nBomb Threat...yup that's the name of the band. They sound about like you would expect...screaming hard terrible wanna be punk rock.  \n\nAt 12:01 I decided that my first act as a 27 year old should probably be to throw some elbows in the mosh pit of a Bomb Threat show. I ended up covered in PBR as some guy who knew all the words to the songs decided to spray the shit all over the place. It was so ridiculously bad that it was fun.\n\nIn general I would advise avoiding bands playing here unless you have shitty taste in music, but otherwise this is a great spot.\n\nP.S. I think I am going to create a Rogue Bingo game. Items to check off:\n-Mohawk over 9 inches\n-Tiger Army apparel\n-Crimped hair\n-Misspelled tattoo\n-Person carrying more than three cans of PBR\n-Cardigan sweater\n-Tight girl pants on a guy\netc.