a night of sin

well, it was service industry night at motor. i dressed a bit naughty but there was no real sinning going on. can you believe i actually went out? lame ass shut in left the house. surprise!

vintage sheer nylon blouse with ruffle: lastamericanhippies.etsy.com

vintage jacket with rhinestone buttons: goodwill when i was 17. it had long sleeves and came down to my ankles so i altered it and made it cool.

bow comb: gift from boringsidney.etsy.com

zippered nylon mini skirt with built in petticoat: luella bartley for target

silver shoes with ribbons: anthropologie (they actually have navy blue ties with silver dots but i switched them out for the night)

ostrich feather and "bend" button worn as brooch

the invite to the party said to dress to the nines. i had actually planned on going totally 20s for it but, as usual, i went a completely different direction when i started getting ready. i somehow ended up as a cross between marla singer and "new romantic" era adam ant. i'd look so much cooler if my acoustic had a whammy bar.

my friend james hunnicutt opened the show with his band, the revolvers.

here's what our view looked like since the bar and the stage are separated by chicken wire.

i think kalilah looks a bit sad here. in actuality we were making fun of two strippers who decided to do some weird noodle dance in front of the stage. there's at least one at every show, right?

kim and melinda showed them how civilized people dance. don't they look swank?

one of the fire dancers set her pants on fire. i tried to get a picture of it but the "spotter" put it out too quickly. damn.

after we got sick of making fun of the strippers, the chick in the dalmatian dress, and the nikki sixx wannabe guy, we resorted to getting as drunk as possible as fast as possible and taking pictures of ourselves.

we kick ass. truly.

show me your "tough" face.

i finally tracked down james the rockstar and made him pose with me. we grew up in the same podunk town and we made plans to hang out there in a couple weeks. don't worry - there WILL be a pictorial!

but then we had to go home since i was opening today. we were slammed the whole day and we had the worst family EVER come in. on top of being totally obnoxious, yelling, riding the batmobile non-stop (it's REALLY loud), and generally pissing me off, the three bratty kids knocked over and broke Touches The Clown, our toy machine with the creepy clown head. the machine was so full of quarters that it sounded like a car wreck. Touches was at least 50 years old! what did the parents do? not a damned thing!!!! they didn't even reprimand the kids!!! everyone in the restaurant was livid. i almost cried when i went over to inspect the damage. the other patrons were talking very loudly about what wretched children they were and how appalling it was that they were allowed to misbehave in such a way. the parents didn't seem to notice, even when other people told their kids to go away or sit down when they started running through the restaurant again. what is with people?

my pictures are kinda weird today since the my camera was pointed towards the sun. spooky, huh? (check my flickr if you wanna see better views)

grey dress with ruffles tons of black buttons: alice temperly for target

apron: vintage

vintage pocketwatch worn as a necklace: had it forever

feathered mask worn as a hairpiece (i pulled hair through the eyeholes!): birthday gift from my friend mike

black cable knit tights: nordstrom

clunky shoes: hot topic