jp and i went to yelle last night with the rest of the logan square gang. it's fun going to shows bc i rarely went to them before i met jp and he used to work at a venue and was always around that sort of show-going culture. he goes a lot less now that i am in his life.
but yelle is quite endearing to us. and i get to dance around like a maniac and for once i don't look weird. and--better yet--jp, who is averse to dancing, even joins in! i made him sweat last night.
it's an interesting crowd there: hipsters and wannabe hipsters and lots of suburban girls dressed down in american apparel and young gay men experimenting with leather jackets and moustaches. and there we are. the old married couple. cooler than them bc we are really so uncool. not going to lie though: i put on the leggings and the short leather boots and the mini dress. i even put on some mascara. and i jabbed the air with my fist and jumped up and down on my poor feet all night long.
in the bathroom a girl asked me if i would buy her a beer at the bar. it was an 18+ show. i told her no; i just loved yelle too much to get kicked out. certainly this will teach her the importance of investing in a flask.
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