Friday, Lucy and I saw Pan's Labyrinth... a splendidly bleak faerie tale with its share of gore and wonder and fascism. Then we trundled through the powdered streets of the Old Port, craning our heads up to the heights of those magnificant buildings, and waxed over the edificial bulwarks of the past. And then went to Igloofest at one of the piers. We passed quinceys and firedrums and entered a strange openaired dancehall. Overwhelmed, we found some stairs to a catwalk and bopped until the beats eddied us away and we ignited with dance. We later found our mates (Steve and Chris and Jo, and their companions) and danced some more.
Nextday, Lucy worked her shift at Miami, and we set up a maskmaking table. Make masks we did, regretably for me at the expense of Grae's party (which would've been near impossible to've attended for ex-tenuating reasons), among the masks made were a brontosaurus, a potted plant, a polypsychadelicacy, a Greek tragedy Star Wars creature, a sequined volcano, a lick-a-stick bunny o' death, mad glasses rims and a pair of oversized lips... then we took off to go dancing at the Saphir (metal night...) and flogged our neckmuscles senseless. Getting scoffs from all the black leather-heavies... at first... we showed them what gravity was(n't) later, when we stomped like wild things through the strobe-stricken dryice smoke as mean and tough as any evil stepmother's backhand. Like it says in the post below, it was a weekend of abundance. Any in the area next Saturday, maskmaking from 6-10 at Miami Bar!!