I just rewatched Head and watched 33 1/3 Revolutions Per Monkee for the first time so... If that doesn't describe the kinda night I'm having, idk what does.

33 1/3 Revolutions Per Monkee was fuckin' weird man. Not quite as weird as Head, I don't think, but... Still fuckin' weird. Right when I thought  I understood what was happening, they were just like, "lmao bitch you thought."

I did get to see Michael Nesmith sing a duet with Michael Nesmith though, which was absolutely beautiful.

And I knew every single '50s song that was played, as well as every single person who made a guest appearance bc y'know, I'm '50s trash.

Idek man

I don't even do drugs, yet I still feel like I went on a massive trip lmao