Out with the blood, in with the fluff

[wiliqueen]

Closing night had great energy and a packed house (including, to my pleasant surprise, the lovely tylure and a couple of her friends). Alas, when it came time to blow them out, Claudia had no brains at all -- I went to palm my blood pack and it wasn't there. :-( Turned out it had fallen behind the radiator (upon which it was planted because having it on my person earlier in the scene would likely get it prematurely squished in the scuffle). Ah, well. At least nobody had to clean it up.

Now to switch mental gears from "morbid and creepifying" to "fluffy comic opera." And return you to your regularly scheduled levels of morbid and creepifying. *eg*