The Meet, Part 2.

Oh! I failed to mention the gifts that Kathy presented me with on Friday: wonderful Halloween candles. One is a glittery black cat, two are glittery ghosts, one is a black witch’s hat with a glittery silver buckle, and two orange pumpkin-spice scented floaters. Thank you, Kathy, they are perfect.
Jen, your jams are an art unto themselves. Thank you so much for feeding my need, baby. >;-)
Also forgot to thank JaneA for helping me frame pictures Thursday. Wolfen (wolfen), Werewolf (thewerewolf), Silver purr (snowghost), and Crowe-babe (rotting_wings), your artwork is now framed and hanging on my wall. >;-)
And thanks Kathy and JaneA for helping me finish my CD mix packaging. Without your help I wouldn’t have gotten them done in time.

Saturday Kathy, JaneA, Jen and her hubby Chris, Scott and his wife Angela, Mike, and I ventured to Capitol Hill and spent the day at Fashionation, Wax Trax, and Café Netherworld.
JaneA and Angela purchased lovely dresses at Fashionation, and JaneA also picked up some wild pink faux snakeskin Doc Martins that were on sale. Mike tried on these awesome fedoras that made hime look way Mod -- too cool! Looks like Santa Claws knows what to get Mike for Xmas. >;-)
Wax Trax is ever dangerous. Dangerous to the pocket book, that is. Picked up Levinhurst’s Perfect Life, based on Margaret’s glowing description of the album. Also picked up Zillo Club-Hits 6 (German import of goth-electronica songs), and The Smiths Queen Is Dead, which I have on vinyl, but I’m slowly buying CDs of all my old records for the clean sound quality.
Only one waitress and one cook were on duty at Netherworld. We were pressed for time, so Jen, Chris, Scott, Angela, and Mike went across the street to Chipotle Grill. The rest of us gobbled down cheese fries, mozzerella sticks, and a salad at Netherworld. We all rendezvoused, and left for the hotel and for my house to get ready before the concert at The Cherry Pit downtown.
I donned a white tuxedo shirt, a black tie, dressy black pants, my glasses, and pigtails. Lucky me, I birthed a mongo zit between my nose and my upper lip. It refused to be hidden by make-up, so I avoided it all (except a minute amount of lipstick).
We arrived to the venue with the moonrise. Gorgeous and fat, the moon seemed to bless the night. Once inside the club, I ran into old friends I hadn't seen in years: Crispy (crispyx), Severin, Fred (epmes), and a few others. I looked for Aimee (bete_noire), but didn’t see her *pout*.
The Siren Project put on a heart-soaring show. Margaret’s operatic vocal prowess grows each time I see them perform. The band seemed to be having fun, and it was nice to see.
I've believed in The Siren Project from the band's humble beginning. I know they will be signed soon, and hooking them up with Faith & the Muse on a friendship and mentoring level feels right to me. I feel as though I’ve helped do something good for artists who are dear to me.
When Faith & the Muse took stage, we stood (and I sat) feet away from them. Everyone had great fun, and the place was packed. When the band dedicated "Running Up That Hill" by Kate Bush to me, quite a few folk mock-worshipped me. I blushed like a schoolgirl, though I reluctantly admit that the feline in me enjoyed it. >;-)
At the end of the incredibly charged, aggressive set, Margaret ventured on stage to sing William "Happy Birthday" in the style of Marilyn Monroe. Then she sang the Polish ditty from Friday night with John Koviak. It was all good. >:-D
Afterwards we veered our way to the merchandise table where Kat was. I wanted a Strange Boutique shirt, but they were only in medium. I solely buy XL T-shirts. Must be drapey and tent-like! Then I eyed a Novena candle with the Elyrian cross on it that I wanted, but it wasn’t for sale *pout*. Luckily Jen pointed out a gorgeous book bag on the wall, the only one they had! One side sports the "Annwyn..." cover, and the other side has a recent portrait of M & W. I wanted to pay for it, but Jen insisted quite adamantly about buying it for me. Thank you again Jen, it’s so lovely.
After buying items to support the bands, we slipped down the hall by the door to the stage. I was enamored with the South Park pinball machine, which talks and everything! There were a few people gathered around, but we managed to squeeze in and hug M & W goodnight, congratulated them on a great show, thanked them, and headed for home.

Sunday morning everyone was exhausted, yet in good spirits. My parents, JaneA, Kathy, Scott & Angela, Jen & Chris, Margaret & Alex, and I got to Fado’s, the Irish Pub, before M & W & crew showed up. Good thing, too, and a good thing we were sitting on the patio. Some morons had their cute, friendly sheepdog mix sitting beside them without a leash. After a while the dog decides to trot inside the pub while the owners blabber on and act oblivious. A minute later we hear a bloodcurdling, awful scream -- my dad thought it was a baby getting it’s face ripped off. It seems a pitbull was inside the restaurant, tied up. The dogs still managed to fight and lay some bites on one another. The owners of the sheepdog mix finally rescued it from inside the pub, and were in shrieking hysterics. It was all the more surreal given the lighthearted Irish jigs playing over the sound system.
Then the band showed up. We ate, talked, bonded further, and got more goodies from the band. In all, we were given: copies of Picture Perfect by M’s old punk band Madhouse (which was never released), a bag of F&tM buttons, free tickets for the show, and an autographed poster! Yowza. >:-D
We hugged and gave teary farewells, and took lots of photos.

Wow, such a magical time. Still catching up on sleep, but I feel enthusiastic about things again.