I didn't get caught up in the rush when the doors opened, and the mosh pit queue was elsewhere, so there wasn't any sign of a stampede. Having taken my time I headed inside to locate the relevant door and scope out the catering options, which seemed to have advanced a little since the last time.
I'd been expecting something along the lines of the fish and chips I'd had last time, but a serve of butter chicken and rice made a more than adequate, if relatively pricey, alternative. There was another operation churning out pizza that would have made a reasonable alternative, but the butter chicken did the job very nicely, thank you.
A couple of beers washed it down before I wandered indoors around seven, ready for another couple of hours of prime Bruce, and had the best part of an hour to wait before another stellar show that kicked off with Friday on my Mind. Nice!
He pulled another couple of rabbits out of the hat, played Darkness on the Edge of Town from go to whoa, and would things up with a Dream Baby Dream before I hot-footed it out of the venue, rather grateful that the rain had stopped.
Last time around an announcement over the station speakers had pointed me towards a train that headed directly to Central, but this time it was a two leg journey, changing at Lidcombe and arriving back at the Rendezvous almost right on midnight, where I'd been expecting a significantly later return.