lots of sweaty indie people, lots of swaying, and lots of outfit-choice-regrets.
but such a good time. i felt so ‘urban outfitters’ the whole evening. ha. now all i need is a townie bike, skinny legs, and a strong liking towards men who have mustaches and wear shpants.
(also, for the record, avery is a concert pro. the lady pushed her way to the front of the line and handled the handsy little hipsters like a champion of sorts.)