My Golden Chandelier

Last night, I attended the Black Chandelier Road Rally. Dobbl and I met up at her residence, then took a trip to various stores until time constraints were upon us and we returned to the residence for preparations. What a joyous occasion! This party was the party in which I wore my saran wrap dress, and let me tell you, nobody appreciates outgoing fashion more than outgoing fashionistas. Us and Dobbl's mommy went to the first stop of the rally at Trolley Square, just barely catching the end of The Misfit Toys' set. The Misfit Toys, by the way, are a band headed by Jared Gold. He is nearly God. I do believe that in the system of Fashion Deities, Jared Gold sits at the right hand of Tyra Banks. We followed him [unsuspectingly] inside the store and after a bit of junk snacking, we confronted him to ask for a simple picture with his majersty. And as you can see, he agreed.

The party then began the trek to the second stop at the Gateway and we arrived a bit early for the celebrations. We got so many looks there, you would not believe. People look and they smile or they frown, and you just keep stomping the cement because there's nothing else to do. When you're dressed like we were, me in saran and Dobbl in houndstooth, you can't be unconfident. Show one falter or waver and then you lose them. So we were walking it like we were trompin' down the runway to Miss Tyra Lynn.

Then we returned to our beloved Chandelier and things were starting. We stood in line for green tea snowcones, and after I had gotten mine, one of the taiko drummers asked me for help in fastening his shoes. UNFORTUNATELY I'M A DUMBASS. In retrospect, it was a simple clasp at a strange angle. But since I was already under stress, I couldn't do up a simple clasp. The poor drummer probably thought I was some pretty face with an idiot brain. Anyhow, their performance was mystical. Taiko live is like a thudding pulse overturning your own. Your heartbeat imitates the drum like it wishes it were taiko through your brain. We then hung around for a while, awaiting Dobbl's mommy to pick us up, and we mingled with our good workers of the Black Chandelier. We danced with them and showed them our fashion. This one girl, she was telling everyone how I made my own dress. And this man with AWESOME glasses, he was so surprised that Dobbl's houndstooth outfit came completely from Hot Topic. I must hand it to that girl, she can pull off a mainstream outfit in such a way that it looks high fashion. She could make "commercial" edgy.

At the third stop, we enjoyed watching Digital Lov rock the house. I had changed my dress because I had to piss, but I wrapped once again in wrap, and we made the dress a bit too short. So I decided that instead of having a shirt or my tits or a cd signed, I would have my thigh signed. And so, I had the bassist and the guitarist sign my thigh, and later I had DJ Justin Strange [the man who originally told us of the party] and a random woman sign it. It was a good night for leg-signing. The fourth stop was the one with the most dancing. It took the longest to get there, and once we did, it was a bit disappointing how many people didn't notice us. Dobbl and Anthony and Hailee and I all hung out and danced together. We had good times.

I'm very glad Dobbl took me, and I'm very glad her mommy drove us to every stop.
I'm very glad I met Jared Gold, and I'm very glad we hugged before he left.
I'm very glad I met Anthony.
I'm very glad that this was my last big bang before the boys of summer were gone.