At the risk of being severely redundant, as I skipped to the last page of this here thread, the dead give-away is when his name is incorrectly spelled. As always, G.M.,Jr.

In Cinci in 2002, I sort of ran into a coworker. It was her first show, they ended up with tickets "because it was a good party" instead of because they really like JB (pretty sure they didn't). It was beautiful- there I was in my grass skirt, coconut bra, 2 or 3 leis, plus the headband wreath thing (that matched one of the leis) and lei bracelets and anklets (I've given up goofy hats, . She was wearing a plain white shirt and denim capris. You could see it on both of our faces-

Please don't come over here, you look ridiculous!!

Similarly...when you run into a co-worker at a concert and they're actually suprised by how ridiculous you look / how drunk you are at 3pm.