third: I will say more. During the set my mom innocently flirted with the man next to her and then was offended when he didn’t recognize her to which she responded “I’m on Facebook” and he said “oh Marti from Facebook? I’ve seen your status updates!”
tonight I had the not-super-unique, but perhaps exclusive to Bay Area privilege of experiencing mildly racist Grateful Dead wanna-bes performing holiday-adjacent music. A 🧵
is there anything better than singing both the high and low parts of Boyz II Men (alternating) after a glass of wine? on repeat? in the car? 98% sure there isn’t.