Sweatfest 2009

Master masher, Gregg Gillis, a.k.a. Girl Talk spun Friday night at the Slowdown to a drippy, sweaty crowd. 

Security was so tight that it took about 12 minutes to get into the venue. There were a lot of underage kids trying to use their fakes. Obviously, they didn't know that it is impossible to drink underage at the Slowdown (I should know :/). After getting my wristband slapped on, I waltzed in to Girl Talk taking the stage. It wasn't 30 seconds before the stage was flooded with grinders and groovers trying to get as close as they could to Mr. Gillis. Girl Talk was probably the most fun I've had at the Slowdown since the infamous monthly Goo parties of 2007. 

Gillis really knows how to read crowds, keeping a steady current of energy flowing for the duration of his set. I just don't know how he put up with several teenage girls in American Eagle henleys and jeans constantly petting his body the whole time. 

But I guess hard work (dancing) pays off because I got to take a picture with Gregg after the show. Yes that's toilet paper on my head, it was working at the time....the place was covered with it. 

Here is a picture of me and my Aroma's co-workers. From left Boss Jeff, Kate and Kevin. Thanks to Jeff for the photos. 

And no, I didn't shower until the next day. 

"Let them eat Cake"

Local artist/designer/cartoon character, Miss Cake just keeps getting cuter. Saturday night, she showed her fashion designs, that are currently sold at the Black Market in Lincoln and Scout, in the first ever Loom Weaves Fashion event. 

The monthly Loom parties are usually held at Espana Tapas Bar in Benson, and are focused on bringing different cultures together, "weaving the social fabric through dance." 

Fashion Loom allowed local designers to showcase their designs on models during the party.

Multi-faceted Miss Cake is not only a seamstress, but a painter and graphic designer. She has an Etsy site where she sells stationary, underwear bowls, barrettes, and tongue-adorned canvas tote bags.

I describe her style as one part Dr. Seuss, one part Fafi mixed with one part candy-coated japlepeno baked to perfection at 350 degrees. 

Here am I wearing one of her custom dresses. Note the "Let Them Eat Cake" writing on my arms.

Let's just say I should have eaten the cake before I hit the vodka. 

Cultural Funfair

Yesterday was a whirlwind of unexpected fun. It all started out at the Scout Candy Land fashion show in Dundee, where I got to dress up in an outfit of my choice and have my hair and makeup done by Halo* Studios. I wore a green boy scout shirt with a cranberry colored scarf, a Free People jean shirt with a rainbow belt, and vintage red Dorthy-esque pumps. My hair was big and backcombed (garnished with a hair clip made out of purple candy) and my makeup was blue and purple with matching blue lips painted geisha style.  

After strutting the catwalk and taking advantage of the free keg beer, I  went to Amsterdam Falafel around the corner for some delicious curry fries with my new found friends Nolan and Eric. 

We then headed back downtown to the Slowdown to catch Lincoln band, Mr. 1986, play 1 of 3 reunion shows, before retiring for good. I was happy to experience the multi-layered purely instrumental music that reminded me of a Midwestern Explosions in the Sky. Outside on the patio I had the pleasure of meeting and talking with Lindsay Baker, the Omaha Reader's style beat reporter. 

As if the night wasn't colorful enough, my friends and I decided to stop by an after-hours party on the way home, where I got to meet Darren Keen, the crazy mastermind behind the anti-Creek Omaha band The Show is the Rainbow. 

My editor for the Creightonian recently sent me an e-mail that ended with a quote from Thoreau, "How vain is it to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live." 

I think I'm on the right track.