The first Saturday of March was pretty great, not gonna lie. It was in the 70s here in Pittsburgh which definitely lent a hand to th eongoing battle against winter depression. March is so underrated as far as I’m concerned – maybe I’m biased because 2 of the 3 times we went to Korea happened to be in March so I can’t help but think of my favorite place on Earth while anxiously awaiting the arrival of spring. That sounds so corny—who am I, an author of books of inspirational quotes for purchase at Turnpike rest stops??

Anyway! We had a few plans for Saturday so it was nice to get out of the house. First, we had to pick up an order of seitan from Self-Reliant Seitan at the Bloomfield farmer’s market. I didn’t feel like getting out of the car but I was able to zoom in and take this picture to send to Chooch of Henry being creepy. “Ew, I just heard him do HYUCKHYUCKHYUCK laugh” I texted Chooch, who then sent back a “gross” in response.

Then we went straight to the Monroeville Mall for the ENHYPEN concert film. I love love love this trend because it’s fun to get to relive concerts that we went to but up close. Henry and I went to see ENHYPEN on this past tour in Long Island, but this was specifically their stadium performance in Tokyo – a huge deal for a Kpop group that’s only 4-5 years old.

This is the first time I’ve ever had a use for this Hipstamic filter! Anyway, that’s Jungwon, my bias in ENHYPEN. It was such a good time but I have some grievances to air:

• Henry kept falling asleep and denying it (he genuinely like ENHYPEN – I know there are people who can’t fathom that he actually enjoys this stuff but oh well, be miserable – so I’m chalking it up to old age) which was pissing me off because these tickets were $20 each since it was a “special event” I guess, so that’s an expensive nap, Old Man.
• The downside to liking these newer/younger groups is that the fans keep getting younger too so the theater was full of middle school girls, including the two behind us who:
  • never shut their fucking bitch mouths
  • kicked the backs of our seats like we were on an economy flight to pre-pubescent hell

I did have a moment where my quiet, internalized rage grew so powerful that I seriously thought I was going to have to get up and walk out rather than be THAT KAREN going viral on TikTok for fighting a 60 year old narcoleptic and two 11 year olds at a kpop movie in a near-defunct mall in the Zombie Capital of the World.

Viral video averted, we then went to the nearby Squatch Brewing for an afternoon beer and Henry ordered at the wrong part of the bar even though I pointed out the cordoned off section with the giant ORDER HERE sign hanging above it. He refused to move though so I left him alone at the bar and got a seat at a table the farthest from the bar because I didn’t want to be associated with him.

I had a RED ALE. It was actually very nice and refreshing.

Henry got a flight – did I mention in here that I’m over fights? Every time I get one, I end up feeling SO DRUNK and not great – I don’t know if it’s the mixing of different types of beers/alcohol levels?? I’m not a drinker in general so my tolerance is pretty low (even at home, I usually will pour myself the tiniest amount from a can/bottle and then give Henry the rest – sometimes I really just want a sip) so I truly have no idea what I’m talking about but I have noticed that now if I just order one full pour of one beer, I am totally OK for the rest of the day instead of coming home and collapsing in bed at 3PM with the spins (this happened several times after hanging out with my sister! I can’t do that shit anymore).

It was an OK place. Kind of out of the way for us so I can’t foresee going back anytime soon. But at least it earned me another stamp in my stupid book – I haven’t gotten a new one since December when I finally got my 20th! Now that I know this book doesn’t expire, I have had no fire under my ass to seek out new stamps. (I do want to get to 30 though because there’s a prize for that one too.)

In my ENHYPEN concert shirt :)

I took this on the way home because I liked how my nails looked #vanity

Not too much else to report from Saturday other than we watched another MATT JOHNSON movie because I’m on a giddy mission to becoming a MATT JOHNSON COMPLETIONIST. We watched Operation Avalanche and I’m not just saying this because I’m a ho for MAT JOHNSON but it was fucking incredible. Literally, this man’s brain makes him so freaking hot. He is a genius. The best part is that Henry is also strapped into the passenger seat for my wild descent into Matt Johnson madness and I love that for him, and for me. Get you a person who goes along with all of your obsessions and will basically be your GIRL TALK sounding board when you want to sit here and glaze a Canadian all day long for having high emotional intelligence and huge arms.

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