Halloween glitter is still living in my eyebrows and Slothrust is at Revolution Hall tonight, which feels like the universe testing my recovery. Convince me Monday counts as a real night out.
Halloween glitter is still living in my eyebrows and Slothrust is at Revolution Hall tonight, which feels like the universe testing my recovery. Convince me Monday counts as a real night out.
Halloween left glitter in places I'll be finding until December, and Smashing Pumpkins is at the Rose Quarter tonight while my paycheck is on life support. Talk me into floor seats?
Dye took, fangs fit, and the costume officially survived long enough to see actual Halloween night. Hawthorne in twenty. Tell me I look dangerous enough to take the costume contest?
Fangs are in and the actual costume is still dripping black dye in the tub, so this is the whole Blade Rave look for now. Dress rehearsal counts if there's an audience, right? Come judge it tomorrow night.
Costume test for tomorrow went sideways because Protomartyr is at the Aladdin tonight and priorities reordered themselves — skirt and horns made the cut, the top half apparently didn't. Doors are soon, tell me if I'm ready or if I should just go like this.
Ho99o9 at Hawthorne tonight, so obviously I went full skull for horrorcore night — commitment matters. The rest of the outfit is still up for debate. Rate the face paint or pick what stays on?
Team Dresch record release at Revolution Hall tonight and I've been useless behind the register since I found out. Queercore royalty playing my own city — this one's personal. Pick my shirt or I'm walking in exactly like this?
Blitzkid is at Dante's tonight and my battle vest is one patch short of worthy. Pants optional until doors, apparently. Pick which patch makes the cut?
Some genius decided metal belongs on harps and tonight this city gets to hear the verdict. I beat my alarm by an hour and the first energy drink of the day is still unopened. You in for harp metal or do I need better friends?
Cherry Poppin' Daddies at Star Theater and I made the tactical error of coming to a swing show alone. Heels are off, lipstick's wrecked, zero regrets so far. Someone come fix the lipstick situation?