Looks Good Feels Good Too

So last night I went to the big rock show. You should go if you have the chance. My two companions did not know that there would be performance art! And not so sexy, sexy dancing. It was a treat, really. The most hilarious thing I've seen in a long time. The star spangled finish was top notch. As Aaron pointed out, getting an audience in Boston to give a shit is really a feat. There was fake blood, and spitting "champagne" onto the front row. We sensibly made for the tree line and stayed neat as a pin in the balcony.

And perhaps best of all, I got a chance to spy all my favorite members of Club Ugly Boston. Yes, I saw g-l-a-m-b-o-y. And p-u-r-p. Although at first I thought it was Mitzi. And Pizza Hat. What luck! Nothing against any of these folks, should you be one of those named who just happens to be googling for your self-appointed moniker. Their sheer tenacity in maintaining their look over the years is laudable. Eccentricity makes the world go round, right? And there's nothing as amusing as telling unbelieving companions, "No, I swear, that's not a chick." I kept thinking "If only Heather were here!"

There was also a whole slew of hipsters. Ironic hair and denim tuxedos abounded. Chicks in big belts and kitten heels. Good for them. I didn't even put on makeup. Gone are the days where "getting ready for a show" involved six wardrobe changes, a pound of eyeliner, and a crying jag. Now Boston is lucky if I'm wearing pants when I leave the house.

xxoo

Posted 2:30 PM by Licketysplit