You put sixteen grueling hours into perfecting your costume and some upstart comes along a swipes your idea. Luckily said upstart is my friend Adam, so I didn’t have to, as you might expect, cut a bitch.
Most of this past weekend was spent celebrating my 32nd birthday (thank you for all the card and letters!). As such, please enjoy this issue chock full of photos by many of our skilled and able photogs. Hopefully they got you in a moment of wardrobe malfunction.
And yes, this is Nightspots’ 5th anniversary. No big whoop. Just remember how long we’ve been there for you. Not to mention the eleven years as Nightlines. Although I just mentioned that. Isn’t this one of those paradoxes which might cause the universe to collapse in on itself? Well, nice knowing you. [deafening vortex-like sucking sound]
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