The Gaslight has scheduled a final "fuck you" to its admirers for next Saturday: a 20 buck show featuring Split Lip Rayfield. Local hippies are currently scratching their heads all over town in pure bewilderment, wondering why a place that prided itself on catering to their needs (cheap covers and cheap beer) would suddenly price them out with its final show and likely attract a bunch of young, rich, pseudo-hippies who have only recently discovered Split Lip and know nothing of the band's and the Tavern's storied histories. With any luck, however, the older crowd can sell enough weed this week to afford a ticket and party one last time on the north-side before the yuppies arrive to stroll along the new river-district drinking twelve-dollar cups of Starbucks coffee.
This evening at the Jazzhaus is the "Doggie Monster's Ball Pawty," in which people dress up their canine companions in Halloween costumes and parade them around in a costume contest.
Richard: "Dogs do not enjoy being dressed up in restricting costumes and those who do so should probably be arrested for animal cruelty. At the same time, however, it's pretty fucking funny to see a 'zombie dog' running around a bar!"
Chip: "Even the Replay does not allow dogs these days. But I'm personally in favor of dressing dogs up in costume. My faithful lab, Chauncey, and I go trick-or-treating each year in Forttt Scottt, throwing a couple sheets over ourselves and seeking out that sweet, sweet candy! But people often give us rocks instead."