Twelve Days of Halloween
We caught the show at the House of 828 last night. Crimson Spectre, Glass Casket, and three other bands were playing. Plus, they had a costume contest, which is the main reason Crystal wanted to go. So, we come marching up the hill to the house in her giant, oversized, thermal insulated foam costumes: she's Mrs. Pacman, I'm the blue ghost, Inky. We won Best Couple, but I was more excited about getting the costume off.
Getting into the pit while Glass Casket was playing was a blast. I can't dance, but bouncing around with a crowd is still fun. One the kids that organized the show pulled me out just before they really got going so I had chance to ditch my camera before it was smashed. I lost my shoe at some point and got socked in the eye twice. After we left and stopped by a gas station, I noticed that I had flecks of somebody's blood all over my arm. I hadn't noticed anyone clutching at a gaping wound in the pit, so they must've been alright.
Getting into the pit while Glass Casket was playing was a blast. I can't dance, but bouncing around with a crowd is still fun. One the kids that organized the show pulled me out just before they really got going so I had chance to ditch my camera before it was smashed. I lost my shoe at some point and got socked in the eye twice. After we left and stopped by a gas station, I noticed that I had flecks of somebody's blood all over my arm. I hadn't noticed anyone clutching at a gaping wound in the pit, so they must've been alright.