Outside, it was Twister. On the drive, my phone blew up multiple time with tornado warnings, and I didn't see any of them until I'd parked because I was too busy driving through something like a tornado. I could see maybe five feet in front of my car. More than once, I had to swerve around trees that had fallen across highway lanes. This was one of those drives where you probably should turn back but you convince yourself that the storm will clear up soon, or that there's no point in driving back through it when it's just as easy to keep driving. A lot of other cars pulled over under bridges, with hazard lights on, to wait until the storm passed. I kept driving, and when I got there, I was a nervous wreck. That was fine. If you're going to a screamo show, maybe nervous wreck is an ideal mindstate.