Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes

My nose! I can breathe! How exciting!

I've returned from my deathbed, hoping to seduce the wedding ring off of Ben Kweller tonight. I can see his tour bus from my bedroom window as I type. (Actually, that's not true. I'm at Jones Hall front desk--come visit!--right now desking like the best of them. Were I in my bedroom, however, I could probably see the hood of his tour bus.)

My question is, at what point does a fan become a groupie? Do I need a Penny Lane fur coat? A couple notches on my bedpost?

-M