After party reporting.

Last night I went to and 80s prom themed party in honour of TwistedMonk's business and birth anniversary. My dear PopeBacon and I decided that punk was where it was at.

While we were prepping for the evening's shenanigans, a flossing mishap left me with a mouthful of blood. I asked him if it would be in character to have blood on my shirt. He gave me the thumbs up which turned into a whoop of delight when I spit the blood out so it ran down my shirt front.

Since the Mean Man is out of town teaching a workshop, I made sure to keep him up to date, including photos.