Bats Day KICKED ARSE!
Me? I'm not a goth kinda guy. I couldn't pull it off for my life. But I'm telling you, these are my peeps. Outlandish and arresting on the outside, erudite, well spoken and polite on the inside. Bats day is a tribute to all things Gothic. Where the Vamipres, Nightwalkers, Moonbathers, and other nocturnal creatures come out to say hello once a year at the happiest place on Earth. Some look like they stepped out of an Anne Rice book. Others appear to have just left a rave. All are there, however, to share a common love for the maudlin and that there is joy in the morose.
Dusty and I veered abruptly into Parking Lot X when we noticed it was open and after leaping from the car we heard strange voices behind us.
It was Aashee and his wife. They are so very nice.
With little time to spare we raced through security, the main gates and down Main Street.
Morrigoon was mockingly riding in the the motor car
Hubster and Aristocat
We got to the hub and the fun slowly began.
MonorailMan, Piratemunkee and MCow1
MonorailMan sports the new do
Walt Blessed this young Mice Chatter
MCow1 and Mary Read
A killer Pacifier
Dad likes them too
What began with a murmur of activity became a ROAR.
Our WONDERFUL new friends from Philidelphia
They gave out candy
AbominableSnowman showed up
Sadako's 6 inchers
It was time for the BIG group Pic. The Goths hearded over to darken the Castle.
The founder of Bats Day thanked everyone for their support.
All they need is a Coke and a Smile
It was also Rixter's Birthday so Dusty led a sing along in his honor.
more mayhem to come...