I had intended by now to have written a lovingly detailed entry about where all the Goths go to show off their angst and dance it away on a Sunday night in Denver, but, alas! Broken kitty. I had to stay home. And my husband, who did go, did not remember to take pics of the location for me. And it’s a bloody shame, that, ’cause it looks so darn cool.

Thus, gothy goodness will have to wait for next week. Ta.