At last, the Big Bloody Review!!

~or, How I Swallowed Any Form of Shyness and Talked to Gorgeous Strangers Who Also Happened to be (in the Process of Becoming) Rock Stars~

Thank heavens and Daemon for the Mommy diet (read: Mama's so busy feeding baby and working that she only gets one meal a day...and that, small enough to fit into one hand.)... I can fit my clothes again. All of 'em.

Including the itzie bitzie Styx shirt from their tour about four years ago. The itzie bitzie white Styx shirt...remember that; it's important later...

( So... )

Oh, God...

Note to self: In future, when Styx finds their way to Nashville again (hopefully in a this-is-your-seat-so-deal-with-it venue), spend *less* time haunting the backstage door and *more* time at the Bloody Mall They Tore Down Opryland To Build. For once, it's worth it. ~swoons~

Last one today, I swear...

Researching fencing gear; Triplette's an odd little place, once you've looked in all the corners.

Particularly this one:

Back to the search...