I'll leave you with a Mrs Eephus concert story. We were at a Mystery Jets show at the SF Independent last summer. We took our 21 year old daughter who had come home for the summer. We weren't the oldest people there because Jerry Harrison was in the house but we were definitely in the 95% percentile.
We staked out our spot in front of the stage and waited for the band. During the first song, some wasted chick pushed her way through and did wasted chick screaming and pushing. She got progressively more belligerent until about the fifth song in where she made the mistake of pushing Mrs. Eephus' breast. My wife reared back, balled up her fist and punched wasted chick in the head hard enough to knock the gauge out of her ear. My daughter was

and I was

. The bouncer came over and 86ed wasted chick and let us be. After the show, we were hanging out by the bar when the Mystery Jets' drummer came over, shook Mrs. Eephus hand and raised it over his head like a boxing ref.
I live in fear but I love that woman.