just another night at the Mercury

You know the Midnight Baroque Scrolls ensemble that I wore on my rebirthday? I'd meant to wear that to the reopening of the Mercury; I even had that event in mind when I bought it a little over a year ago. But that isn't how it happened because the Merc gave everyone four hours' notice of the reopening. Luckily, I was wearing something else appropriate at the time.

But naturally, the planned outfit cried out to me to be worn to the Merc, so last night I did just that. Good:

• They now have sugar cubes for the absinthe. One (1) absinthe is all the booze I want for a night anymore.
• Goth spotted: K the artist & cartoonist who's outspoken about her mental health issues and has a gender that she describes as "spongy", was there. Much chat ensued.
• K's pal with the two-tone Mohawk, meticulously baroque eye makeup, laddered tights, and bone necklace was truly a sight to behold.

Less good:

• I missed orangestitch by a few minutes.
• The music was OK, but it wasn't seelenschwester. Nobody was dancing.
• It took a while for things to get going, but it was ever thus most nights. That's why we early birds got a break on cover.
• I had to bail around midnight because I didn't want to spend $50 on a Lyft home. That made me miss seeing people and it meant a long, cold wait for the bus downtown.

Overall, though, A+ would Merc again!