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I went to go see Ruby Jean & The Thoughtful Bees tonight. I've been a fan for about a year, but this was my first time seeing them--oh my goodness gracious it was beautiful and sweaty and full of moving bodies and ohdearme I do love music.

The opening acts were Jenocide and A/V. It was really interesting because at first, everyone except for my little group of friends were acting like quintessential wall-huggers: while my group of friends and I danced near the front of the stage, the rest sort of remained on the outskirts and gave us a rather wide berth. That changed fairly quickly, though, as things got more intense. I danced with Jenocide at one point, and then another girl danced with her and was being a little bit overt sexually--attempting to kiss her, gyrating against her, following her when she moved away, etc. But it was wonderful.

The set for A/V was fantastic--I was in a bit of a state by then, so I spent most of that set with my eyes closed. Also, A/V was set up in such a way that he wasn't on stage, so everyone in the front (i.e., friends and I) were now essentially in the back. I remember closed eyes and moving bodies and being really warm and looking at the ceiling and feeling a bass beat in my chestbone. Also, he repeated the phrase 'one day,' which culminated in "One day, a group of teenagers helped carry my grandmothers groceries. And do you know why they did it? Out of RESPECT!"

Ruby Jean and the Thoughtful Bees. Loud, hypnotic, somewhat drunk (apparently she'd been drinking since noon), leather short shorts and a leather vest--on a man, crowd surfing, ringing ears and my own experience with crowd surfing.

It was warm and hot and sweaty and my hair was soaked and my clothes were soaked and the walls had condensation on them by the end of it and oh my god I want to do it all again. Nevermind that I was squished between strangers half the night, or that I spent a good portion falling down or trying to not fall down--I want to do it all again.

It was also amusing, because my friends and I were originally under the impression the show started at 8--so we showed up then and it turns out the doors don't open until 9:30. So we end up in a second-hand bookstore drinking various beverages and perusing magazines respective of our interests--I read a literary publication with collections of essays and stories (I need to find it again, I wanted to buy it. It was beautiful and my heart was kind of leaping in my throat in a way that usually only happens around a boy I like so I think that's a good thing. I love words. I really, really love words. Words don't leave, and they're cathartic and I need to use them far more often than I do.

Regardless! Respective interests. We know mine. Fin had a tattooing magazine, Zara had an art magazine, Mark had a science magazine--Dom was severely put out by the lack of magic magazines, so he just played with his cards.

My day has been wonderful, I was even productive and got work done--not as much as technically necessary, but it's a start. And that is what is currently on my mind right now--there could be far worse things, definitely, so I'm good with sounding like an excited teenage girl for now.


I have class in a few hours. I think that means sleep. Goodnight, world.