i may be a bird in a cage but at least it's your cage

So our plan for a low-key Halloween resulted in half-naked bartenders, an metric buttload of beer, and a cheerfully tipsy three mile hike home two hours later than we'd meant to be home, and then six hours later we got up, made coffee, and slithered back into town for the Merge Records Last-Chance-To-Early-Vote Local-Rockers-And-Billy-Bragg Obama Rally. We were rocked, by which I mostly mean we drank too much free coffee, made fun of hair cuts, sunglasses, underwear and old man sweaters on various musicians, one of us watched some baseballers of our hearts scramble (literally) to vote before early voting closed at 1PM, and I spent a lot of time lying on very cold cement being tragically hungover and taking pictures of the sky and people's shoes.




































There are way more photos here, although I still have two rolls to get developed. Now I need to take a shower and pay some attention to the Cocktail Party, That Stafford Boy seems to be sucking it up in my negligence.