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Tonight I went to a concert in an adorable, tiny, upstairs art gallery/shop in Lawrence. Three bucks got me in, plus homemade, straight-from-the-oven pizza. I danced, got hugged by a male lead singer in gold leggings in the middle of his set, high-fived backup dancers, and shouted ‘fuck’ a lot while chanting lyrics. I wore a hockey jersey for a costume (provided by the ‘headliner’), clicked my sparkly pink heels together per The Terror Pigeon Dance Revolt!’s request, and jumped around under a purple parachute.
Best Day Off?
Best Day Off.
