From: Jeffrey Logsdon (firstname.lastname@example.org)
And: Sarah Keough (email@example.com)
Date: Fri, 7 Mar. 1996 11:10:27 -0700 (PDT)
Bela Lugosi isn't really dead
Out of the mysterious mists came an evening of black clothing, white faces, and more Bauhaus than we've heard since 1985. David reminded us all that life is really nothing but pain. Goth Night brought out the no-future attitude in everyone albeit in a light-hearted way. Sort of a "Remember when?" evening of people wearing their best in dark, moody clothing and fondly reminiscing about the angst ridden days of their late teens and early twenties. Out on the back porch Dan Bornstein was even smoking clove cigarettes! Those who did not come cloaked in shadows were directed to the nearest Goth-O-Matic station.
The lighting was dim, the music was dreary, and the food was dark. David served a really tasty black bean chili designed to fit right in with the evening's ambience.
Lost souls filled the hallowed, black-lit halls of Cyborganic, and guests haunted every room. The air was smoky and warm and smelled like cloves and nail polish. Words like moribund and angst were used frequently but not once did I hear someone say "zippety-do-da." Jake got his head shaved in the living room. Several new faces floated through the throngs of TND-goers.
No Goth Night would be complete without the appropriate music. Forrest Norvell , acting as Guest DJ, produced every song one might expect to hear during an evening at the Limelight or Arena during the 80's. Later in the evening, many of the TND denizens headed to Bedlam, a Goth dance club nearby.
We had no Guest Swabmaster last night. Everyone pitched in to help keep things under control. Thanks to everyone for keeping the catacombs of Cyborganic clean for the evening. You are all angular and beautiful.
The Cyborganic Picnic Table
Look at the scrawlings of the damned! TNDers left their mark with crayons dipped in blood.
Others chose to leave their mark on our Mac 512k running MacPaint 1.0. With artwork like this there may be some hope after all.
Jeremy Bornstein and Merin McDonell ponder the abyssal plane of existence that is life (when you have to go to work in the morning.) Of course some people are always <olsen twins> happy and smiling < /olsen twins> . Right Steve ?
And don't forget to visit our counterpart in New York!