Custom corset* adored Audra and I headed over to Loveland’s 3rd Annual City Repair Project Halloween Fundraiser after Noir’s Hell On Earth II celebration had shutdown and kicked everyone out. Craziness was to be seen everywhere – some great costumes all around; Portlander’s do indeed know how to dress the part. My previous time at Loveland (See the Mindless Self Indulgence story) had me seriously doubting and I vowed never to go back in, but Audra is a powerfully persuasive force and in we went. Huge tent out front playing technoie beats, then inside the large room there was piping some serious Tribal thumps. We made our way to the front and boogied down in front of the big massive speakers.
From time to time I’d pull out the camera and snap a pic, but it was mostly dance-dance-dance. Then we moved upstairs to the bar area above. It was all black lit and was playing some awesome Psy-Trance. Was introduced to a friend of Audra’s, then it was dance-dance-dance. That girl is an animal. She’s in shape, however I am not, and I thought my heart was going to explode just as she finally tired out and decided we should go do something else. (by this time it was 4:30AM, 5:30AM if you don’t account for Day-light-savings)
The best costume I saw was someone dressed as the villain from The Incredibles. He made the hair in a color so under the black lights it looked just like the crazy fire hair he had in the movie. The guy’s body was the same stubby kind of figure and it was awesome. I had to tell him how much I loved it. I didn’t get a picture though.
Bartender Jason @ Noir had said the previous day that he seriously hoped he saw a Storm Trooper this year. Well, I saw this one and took some photos for him. I love the one of him getting some ‘action’.
* Audra made it herself; some say she did it just so she could play with the double-boning.
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oh but what kind of animal?
What animal best fits you, especially dance-dance you? I’d say it’d be those little African mice that once they go into heat, they think nothing but of sex to the point of their detriment. They don’t eat, drink or maintain themselves at all. They simply hump until they die.
I’d say you are like that, but once you hear a beat you think nothing but the beat and dance-dance-dance until your ribs can’t take anymore, and then sometimes, you invite the pain. You simply dance until you drop.
Where are you sucka Lynn?
Love,
Robin
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