The HellBound Saints Show


There's nothing really to say too much--it was Margaret's first night as bassist, and it was sort of a last minute show, so the gig was small--maybe 100, 150 people. Kirby (lead singer, guitarist, crush) wore a baptismal dress and veil which he then started soaking with a micture of fake blood he had mixed himself.


By the end of the show, he had gone from the white dress to a black leather skirt to (my personal favorite) red satin underwear, fishnets, and lace gloves. Someone after the show approached Kirby to compliment him on finding a pair of women's panties to fit him, to which he replied, "No way, dude, these are for guys. I had to give up wearing women's underwear because of the ride up." Love it. My father is right. I'm attracted to freaks.


I made my sister her outfit from an old suit we found in a thriftstore. I turned the pants into ahorts, sewed the vest to fit her body, bought a tie, and wore sky-high heels to top it off. She was so cute--her boy toys were completely in love. She even had her own posse of guy fans who cheered far too loudly at hung out stage right the entire evening.



Kirby and the blood. So cute!


No broken instruments--but plenty of blood, dancing, and rock-n-roll. Plus, I got another guys phone number. I may actually have a dating life if I moved to Provo. Shocking!