Guess that's what happens when you switch either between Work Mode and Extreme Packing Mode; I've either been at the office or cooped up in my apartment packing up the ridiculous amount of boxes needed for The Move this weekend. Honestly, why do I have so much stuff? The only thing I can justify and be proud of are my five large boxes full of books that I will never, ever part with.

Good news is that tomorrow I go back to clean and then spend the night hanging out and relaxing before the moving extravaganza which will swiftly be followed by the Wine Festival. Should be an interesting weekend.

But enough about this coming weekend, let's rewind and visit last Saturday when I was graced by the presence of these two gentlemen and a couple bottles of wine before heading out to check out The Ghost Show at the opening of Freud's Bathhouse and Diner.

Possibly the best name for a venue ever.
I'll just say flat-out that I adore this space; there isn't a lot of sitting (or standing) room as I believe capacity is 50 people, but it makes for a really nice intimate environment. I was also a fan of the "ghost-themed art" hanging/on the walls and the sexy-time pink lighting. I have a fetish for little spaces like these.

We happened to walk in during musical performance that involved a guy occasionally strumming a guitar with some weird synth as background noise. Not exactly our style, so we all stuck around inside to check out what would follow but that turned out to be a really cool beat and a woman singing like Yoko Ono.
So we headed outside to mingle with the hipsters and take drunken pictures of the buildings instead.

The venue was definitely somewhere I would check out again. Iffy musical performances but you win some you lose some and I'm not even 100% sure who was playing so I can't point fingers at who was whom anyway. That being said, I have a feeling that a lot of weird-assed musicians will be playing there and I am extremely excited to check upcoming acts in the future; it's venues like these that you can find some real musical talent.
Eventually the music started to wind down and when the Hipster Conversation turned to how the City is potentially going to be paving over the cobblestone streets in the Exchange (outrage!) we decided that it was time for more beer and to head to Jabez's sweet-assed condo to wind the evening down.

All in all a very successful night.

I could go for more Saturdays like these.