Here's a brief paragraph from Catherine describing the experience:

I got drunk and so did Bob Pollard

By the time the band arrived, I was on my third cup of Blanche de Brooklyn. That is some good beer! And yet I still could not think of anything meaningful to say to them. I did not say, "Hi, I love your music," because that is just too dorky for words and I'm not smart enough to come up with a clever way to say it. I did, however, shake hands and chat with each and every one of the band members, and I DID get a picture of my boys Nate Farley and Tim Tobias kissing me on either cheek, which threw me into such throes of ecstasy that i could not even keep my eyes open or mouth closed. It was a special moment.

Also, Bob Pollard approved of my Target-bought, velcro-lettered "HOT FREAK" t-shirt. Perhaps that said everything I needed to say, anyway. Later, after several more tasty beers guzzled while a brewery employee in khakis screamed out the history of beer, we sped across the river to Irving Plaza. It was a fantastic show. Totally rockenroll.

I mostly eschewed the VIP balcony in order to share the love down amongst the peoples in front of the stage. Drunk as I was, I even made out with some dude in the pit. Did I mention there was free beer at the brewery? (Thanks Matador!) And that they also sell beer at Irving Plaza? Yes. GBV = love. Long live GBV!