We played 4 songs. We said lots of ridiculous things. The ratio was approximately 70% giggling, 30% feminine rage when the thing was done.

We had fun. You had fun. We played approximately the right things. We promised 20 minutes and over-delivered with 30+ that included witty, and sometimes incomprehensible, stage banter. We introduced important topics like being bopped, what girls like us are… um… like, and of course, an entirely new genre: Perimenopause Punk. Complete with 40-something women feeling seen and understood (for maybe the first time ever) and educational moments where 20-somethings (and some male partners, if they were paying attention) were horrified to learn everything they could look forward to. And we danced.