Black bodysuits and blonde wigs, cat eyes and cat ears, Vanilla Ice and David Bowie. Oh, you guessed it - this weekend brought All Hallow's Eve, once again. Time to scramble at the last minute for a costume. Your goal: to emulate a character you don't really think is all that exciting, until you paint those whiskers on your face and little did you know how suddenly you can transform into a cat. Or Vanilla Ice. On holidays like this it, it always seems that expectations outweigh the evening's outcome. So, a word of advice - make no preconceived notions or potions and fly wherever your broom takes you on this particularly enchanted night.
A little recap of the Halloween experience you see here: Hood Cat and Aquaria, the all-powerful sea-goddess, first made an attempt to party at one buzzed about location. But, rather than waste time waiting on line for an elevator to take us to a crowded room, we decided to take off like bats into the night. It just so happened my bat mobile was parked in front of Mokai, where a friend was DJing. So, we galavanted on in and were pleasantly surprised by the excellent music and lack of uncomfortably close and sweaty people thirsty for drinks.
From there we ventured onward into the darkness, and alas we ended up at Electric Pickle. We swooped in during the set of Holy Ghost! having missed Afrobeta. But lest I remind you, no notions or potions. Actually, yes, partake in notions AND potions. Anyway, Holy Ghost! played a very enjoyable set and they were followed up by Depressed Buttons (a project born from three of the guys from The Faint). Most everyone was wearing a mask or make-up that had partially melted from their face, but that didn't detract from the impression they gave, that they were all having a scarily good time.
Cuci Amadaor of Afrobeta