As
Sam noted, we did not, in fact, get to see Goth idol
Peter Murphy.
We put on what cool-ish black and purple/burgundy clothes we could scrounge up (I had to point out to
pnsm that perhaps the leather was more suited to this occasion than the fleece jacket) and dragged our still-ill selves down to the Aladdin Theater in time to miss the opening act. Unfortunately, we waited for over an hour to hear an announcement that Peter was also sick. I felt bad for him. We were pretty happy to get our money back and come home and, in a few minutes, go to bed.
Here's a tip people: If you are going to be completely wasted on who-knows-what, don't wear 4 inch heels! Just a thought.....