So I ended up going to that trans pride event, and it was a concert... a metal concert! I love metal. Just wasn't expecting that and really wasn't in the right mindset to be in that environment. Unfortunately, neither my friend showed or the LGBT group I joined who said they'd be there. Honestly, it was a pretty shitty day. Spent 70 bucks to and from to Uber there and got a sticker out of it and a shitty Modelo thrown onto my shirt. Heavy rain also pushed inside art vendors which I told myself I would visit after a few songs... it's fine!

On a brighter note, I've been more interested by brutalism. I kind of thought I would always hate it, given how gray and dull it comes across but I think considering the economic climate I have a new appreciation for it: art made from the bare minimum, what could barely be afforded, and eventually what was familiar even despite budget increases. Though maybe that's just me assigning meaning where there is none.