A Cool Yule, fellow bloodsuckers!
Mario here:
I continued my holiday cheer at the
Mercury Cafe, a Denver restaurant and club famous for their enduring and earnest counter-culture attitude. Their Winter Solstice celebration started with an Aztec dance purification ceremony.
(Colorful costumes and a beat you could dance to but I thought they might want to add some musical variety with a saxophone or Hammond Organ.) The purification was promptly unpurified by hippie-chick dancing to the exotic tribal fusion music provided by
Tuatha.
Considering that the 25th is right around the corner, I thought we might want to share our favorite worst Xmas gift story. I realize it's the thought that counts but sometimes a gift can be too thoughtless. Once, the in-laws (who else?) gave me a Disneyland belt that was a boy's medium (18 inch waist). Mind you, I can be immature at times but that doesn't mean I wear children's clothes. (Or the in-laws were sending a message in their usual, endearing oblique way).
Everybody have a
Merry Christmas and
Happy Fanging!