Olivia Rodrigo February 24th

Moments after walking into the area we saw purple blurs all over. In people's hands. We stopped a girl and asked, where did you get that? She pointed to a little snack cart. I want one, I said to Pookie, do you? She shook her head, no, no. And she was right. Because who needs a small purple cup shaped like a butterfly? She agreed to wait in the merch line for t-shirts. We parted ways, but not before Pookie yelped out, desperately, "Wait! I want one too!"

And so twenty-five minutes later I was face to face with a guy who was used to slinging beers at basketball games, who now, inexplicably was explaining to me the cups were sold as vessels for purple glitter lemonade, with or without vodka. I just wanted a Diet Coke and Pookie, an iced tea, which wasn't available. I asked the man if we could get the butterflies filled with Diet Coke and water. He frowned and explained, that would still be $44 dollars. I said that's okay, we just want the dumb little cups. He asked, "What?" So I repeated myself, "We just want the dumb little cups." He nodded, "Got it."

Am I morally opposed to plastic? Yes. Am I morally opposed to overconsumption? Yes. Am I human? Yes.

The singing at the jumping, the stickers on our faces, applied in the bathroom at the pita restaurant we went for dinner, later traded with the cuties in our section. The excitement of a setlist we'd never heard tell of, only guessed at! While taking the train as the sun set. The huge moon that loomed over us, the tiny squeak of the girls behind us. Sisters, possibly. To our right college besties? In front of me a teen boy mouthing quietly to every word.

The way Miss Rodrigo stomps in those boots. A specific knee-high splat splat splat. The rush of realizing there are no men on stage! The bullhorn and the square bed. The screaming into the void in the darkness. I wondered what everyone else was screaming about. I always do. The confetti of purple stars and the warm evening and the okayness of always staying up late. In the morning there were macarons and iced coffees and a particular bush, in bloom, that smelled like pine and flowers at the same time.