I dragged Niffer to a goth/industrial birthday party event thing at Jezebel's Joint, and it was okay though we didn't really know anyone there, except for
Before the gothdustrialness we went to see Lost in La Mancha, which was beautiful and very disheartening. Why doesn't hollywood just float Terry Gilliam all the fucking dosh he wants so he can make a million Baron Munchausens and Brazils. I mean, goddamn.
I drank blue things. The bartender wouldn't tell me anything aside from the fact that they're alcoholic, and he assured me there was no Gin in them. Ok, I guess. I also had a red thing. They come from tubes hanging over the bar, which is a nice way to get your inebriants.