Bunnies on a School Night
When the usual Sunday conference call comes in on a Monday, someone died or someone's getting fired. This time it was neither. This was a rally cry disguised as a calendar notification: get to Neon Desert, Las Vegas. The F*CK MONDAY group and Amped Up Dance Crew were taking the stage and apparently this was the kind of thing you cancel dinner plans for.
I showed up skeptical. Monday night performances have a track record. Usually it's three people in the back nursing drinks they brought from home, everyone else citing "early meetings" like we all work in finance now. Not this time.
The crowd kept building. Not the polite trickle-in of people who feel they need to, but the actual showing up of people who heard something was happening and wanted to be part of it. New faces mixed with the usual suspects. A turnout that makes you check the calendar twice because surely this can't be a Monday?
The Amped Up Dance Crew knows what they're doing. Tight choreo where you can tell they actually rehearsed instead of just hoping vibes would carry them through. Energy that builds instead of plateaus. The F*CK MONDAY crew living up to the name, making what's usually the worst night of the week into one I will actually remember. So under those bright lights, I took some photos. Since you’ll never know when you will loose your mind, or your memories.
Monday shows are either disasters or epic. There's no middle ground when you're asking people to leave their houses on a school night. This one landed firmly in the epic column, which feels personal given how many Mondays I've spent horizontal on a couch wondering if getting dressed counts as an achievement.
Keep your eyes open for the next one, maybe even on another day, cause if they can pull this off on a Monday, imagine what they'll do with a Friday.
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