when the trans vocalist of the last band before the headliner closes out the set saying "we've got one more song for you, this one's about trans BDSM," and threads the mic cable through the harness and spiked cuffs she's already wearing
I do feel like in New York (or probably even downtown Boston? I haven't been to shows in the city in a while), if you go to a show and find yourself back out on the street at like 11:00–11:30 at night, you're likely to have several options within a few blocks' walk for reasonably priced takeout joints that are still open and can sling you a couple slices of pizza or whatever well inside the ten to fifteen minutes you have before the bus you need to catch. Medford Square would do well to consider this.