Getting behind (ew) the arts in Kansas City

I don't have any friends and I don't go to parties but it's nice to know that other people in town engage in high risk behavior with several anonymous partners so I don't have to feel like nothing is getting accomplished. Eh, maybe there's more to do at a seedy West Bottoms club but I kind of doubt it.

Anyway, one of the most productive uses of the Internet is to post local party pics that will at least provide a reference for other dudes to gauge how bad you're lying when you say that you've only dated "a few guys." A recent benefit for Late Night Theater in KC looks like it was a good time if you didn't mind dressing up like a pixie on X.

In conclusion, Velvet Goldmine is probably one of the most mediocre movies ever made so I have no idea why anyone would throw a party in celebration of the film. It's not even "bad," bad that's funny years later like Plan 9 from Outer Space or something along those lines . . . It's just a sad experience like a case of food poisoning or a chipped tooth.