I meant to post this yesterday, but it kept slipping through my grasp.
Saw OKGO at the Aladdin Theatre downtown.
They were freaking amazing as always. There was a cute boy with a messenger bag either a)hit on or b) try to sell me stuff when he followed me into the bathroom. He didn’t say anything, waiting for me to make a move. I politely washed my hands and didn’t say a word and he left. I’m only slighty regretting it, if only to find out what his intentions were.
Today I’m wearing a wrist sweat band I got at the concert.
