You know what was really fucking great? ANDREW BIRD. He was fucking phenomenal.

So yesterday I went to the concert in Rochester with Will. We were supposed to go with Alyssa, but she had a class she couldn't cut, so Ben came with us instead. And it was awesome. Will and Ben are both really nice people, very easy to talk to and I get along great with both of them. The drive there was defined by Sufjan Stevens and talking about drugs (which Ben and I do and Will does not, but he likes to make fun of me for talking about drugs all the time, because for some reason I constantly make drug references when I'm around him), and when we got to Rochester it was raining and we had time to go to dinner... so we cross-referenced Will's GPS with my phone to figure out where to go, and we ended up going to an Ethiopian restaurant called Abysinnia. I... would probably not go to another Ethopian restaurant again, but it was an interesting experience to have once in my life. But I had a glass of honey wine which was pretty good.

Then we went to the concert. The opener was Martin Dosh, who has toured with Andrew Bird in the past, and who plays with looping machines and drums. He was pretty cool. BUT THEN THERE WAS ANDREW BIRD. Who does things with looping machines that I didn't know were humanly possible. He stood up there with his violin and made it sound like there was a whole orchestra behind him. Like, one guy with a violin and a really clear whistle, blowing my fucking mind with every new song. And he played some of my favorite songs... although he fucked up on both of my favorites! A Nervous Tic Motion of the Head to the Left and Plasticities. And he stopped and said "I have played these songs so many times..." and it was just funny. I was hoping he would play Darkmatter, but I wasn't that lucky. Still, it was a freaking amazing show, I'm so glad I went. And I'm glad I went with Will, because I really like spending time with him.

I was practically asleep on the way back to Wells, but we listened to Bright Eyes and I sang along with the songs I only half-remembered because I haven't listened to that album since I was like 22, but that was the album Bright Eyes was touring on when I saw them when I was 18, so I remembered enough to recall crying like a little girl after Waste of Paint, and how shitty the drive home after that concert was sitting so close to the guy who broke my heart and the guy who helped put it back together. This was a much better drive home.

So yeah. Music is great, and I keep saying this because it's true, my friends are great.