I won't take a chill pill

Watching Eras, wearing hot pink, and eating everything good

On Sunday I went to see Eras at a movie theatre that kind of looked like an old train station. We were a group of eight. Four moms and four kids. Prior to the big event, we’d gotten together at my sister’s house to make friendship bracelets, curl hair, don Taylor Swift tshirts, and generally get amped. We adults figured we’d leave early (it’s a nearly 3 hour run-time and we were traveling with a three-year-old). We figured it would be cute to see the little girls have fun. We were not necessarily prepared for how much we would feel ourselves.