It's amazing what a wig can do. And how acceptable schizofrenia is when you wear it. We put on ours and had without exaggerating the best night ever. I do give some of the credit to our friends who joined us this night. But just some, the rest goes to the wigs. When at Paris Social Club, dear Rovan just raised his eye brows - and pop de la crème - we passed the que and joined the underworld.
So, we thought we were going out to see Toxic Avenger and Bloody Beetroots doing live sets, but kids, kids and furthermore kids got in our way, and I don't think we really got to see them after all. Well, let's put it this way: maybe we did - maybe not. Got happily drunk on overprized drinks and had quite a great time despite the confusion.