Three Nights In Bars

"But for the planets, and the stars, and everything else, and Mars - it's like paradise, spread out on a butter knife!"
- Mother Mother, The Stand

On Friday night, Cat and I went on the Superhero Pubcrawl organised by my sorority. It was the first time either of us had done a pubcrawl, and it was a great night. One small blip in the form of a panicky thing in the bathroom of the last bar we visited, but it was 1:30ish and almost everyone else had left at that point and Cat and the two remaining sisters assured me they didn't mind that I needed to leave right then.

On Saturday, after spending most of the day in a weird depressed fog to the point that I almost called in sick to work, I went out on the town with Love for the first time in a few months. She thought she might be ready to enjoy herself in public for the first time since losing Angel. And truly, we both had a good time. We danced, talked, and laughed. And for two glorious minutes, I got a little back massage from a friend of ours who works the bar at night and works as a masseuse during the day. Haha. So that was nice.

Then on Monday, finally, after what felt like months of waiting, it was the Mother Mother concert! Wrecking Ball, Cat, Hey Rosetta!, and I (along with a guy we know from high school that I referred to as "the boy with the guitar" in March... but not sure if he really warrants his own nickname... so we'll see) piled into the car for the hour and a half drive to the same bar in which we had seen them perform back in April. We listened to the radio on the way down, with Hey Rosetta! and I working ourselves into giddy fits of laughter over some potty humour. The concert itself was fabulous, as was to be expected. The opening act was unfortunately not Whale Tooth, but Rococode, who opened for them back in Toronto. So they weren't wholly unfamiliar, but I really missed the performance value of Whale Tooth's Elise.

I took a lot less pictures that night than I have at their previous shows. I realised a few minutes in to the concert that the only difference between the pictures I was taking and the ones I already had were the band members' outfits and the fact that I was a bit farther back from the stage than usual. So I made sure to grab the shot I like - Jasmin using the megaphone during The Stand - and ignored my cameraphone for the rest of the night. I didn't even bother to record the performances of Ghosting or Wrecking Ball as I have in the past, because I haven't actually watched any of those recordings. It was better to just sway or bounce or just move to the music without worrying about what it was going to do to the recording. I was able to enjoy the songs a lot more.

I wanted to talk about changes I've noticed the band making to their performances. I wanted to do a second entry about getting fancy things in the mail. But I was up way later than I should have been last night and miraculously woke up at a decent hour anyway - which means I need to go to sleep right. This. Minute.

More later.