Midnight recovery mode

Alex convinced me to catch that indie band at the Fillmore tonight, and three hours of standing in a packed venue later, we’re both questioning our life choices.

Midnight recovery mode

This is him five minutes after we walked through the door - didn’t even make it to the kitchen for water before gravity won.

The show was incredible though. One of those rare nights where the opening act was actually good, the headliner exceeded expectations, and somehow we ended up right up front without getting trampled. My ears are still ringing and my feet are screaming, but it’s the good kind of tired.

Post-show decompression session

Jake’s out of town for work this week, so Alex crashed here rather than drive all the way across town. We ordered pizza at 1am like college students and spent an hour dissecting every song. These are the nights that remind me why live music beats Spotify every single time, even when it means I’ll be useless tomorrow.