rootofnewt | Dawning pictures, Saturday 20 sept 03

There are some people who match their shoes to their gloves to their hat, etc. M dresses her boyfriend to match her corset.

People tend to come out for fun things and a Terminal Ready show certainly qualifies. Of course, some people came simply to enjoy being someplace with electricity and running water. Others came to celebrate the lack of 70mph wind. Whatever the case, fun was had. There were all sorts of things to be seen: mohawks,

xymoxed holding up a drunk girl with big hair, a pirate bartender, and a certain

mrjustice doing his crotch dance. (I think that's what he called it, anyhow. I can't quite remember and he probably can't, either.)

Did you know Tank closes his eyes when confronted with cleavage? (Alicia, Tank, and... Erica?)

dizzyblind, flanked by

solieri and

mrjustice, dances to the music.

Anyhow, folks turned out for the Terminal Ready show, of course. While there, they were able to buy fine merchandise from TR's capable manager, Alex. Her friend (Evan? Ethan? I told you I was inebriated...) posed for a couple pictures with her.

One of the things which makes TR rock so much is the love one just feels being exchanged with the members. Sure, there are some petty jealousies, but overall, they make it work. Kevin plays with a pick, not his head.

briskpepper makes love to the microphone. And they never get lost, even when the lights get bright and tank wears distracting headgear. (cute picture of stu, placed here for

xiane's benefit.)

There were lots of sights to be seen, including something near

xiane and

rat_bastard. Tony signed some girl's back-side. Some people avoided the luscious rock gods by hiding out in the stairwell, like Cory,

solieri, and

eilonwy. Others stood upstairs, providing

audiorapture and

daq42 with distractions. Some just happened to get in the way of my camera, like these folks (Jimbo and two people from Lynchburg. I think the girl's name is Pam, but I *do not remember*.)

And no, I don't know what Gopal is saying, but I'd *almost* bet on it having to do with poop. Poor, poor

xymoxed.