They tried to tag it Danse Macabre, but we all know what it was really was in our heart of bloody hearts—it was Goth Prom, and it owned. I got my death on and rocked out—when I wasn't taking distorted pictures of myself in a disturbing exercise of narcissism heightened by my now making it public record, that is. Anna and Bennett won a trophy for Most Übergoth—way to go, kids. I would've taken more pictures at the Saloon, but I was having too much fun, and I dahn think it was appropriate, besides. There is the one of me rightmost in the first row, though... the dark one showing my face and, inexplicably, my shoes. What the hell??