We're hitting up the Big Easy again! This time, we've been selected to perform at the Fringe Festival (http://nofringe.org), a week of wild entertainment!
Our performance schedule and location:

Thursday, 11/12: 5:40pm "preview" (10 min. teaser to encourage audiences to come to our shows)
Thursday, 11/12: 9pm
Friday, 11/13: 9pm
Saturday, 11/14: 7pm

All this madness will be at St. Ferdinand's Church, 725 St. Ferdinand, New Orleans, LA  70117

Come see us perform and say hi!

Rigorous Disco of Doom

so, like, we left exactly like we said we would.  The fiery, venom spitting avalanche of loathe for the northeasterly climate that we all harbored was the driving force behind the collective spirit that, in later years, would be Oddeseyed about, studied, and eventually worshipped. 

We are Spandex Wrecks we warned passerbys, and we will eat your fucking soul.
 
Four hours later, as we crossed the CT/RI state line we already were forming secret alliances and talking moldy, worm infested shit behind eachothers backs.  Needless to say, we were having an awesome time, already!!!!

all the girls were giggling while putting their hair in curlers for the big show, while the guys were being on their best behavior, 40's brandished like swords against the cold, we explored, or dare i say conquered, the rural neightborhoods of northeastern new jersey.   No, we were not lost, we just missed the exit, and then the road was mislabled, and  that road shouldnt have turned into a one way.  can you find us on the map, aw fuck it... lets dance.

We showed up at our spot in the subway, crawled on the floor, and some
random male onlookers told us they liked our outfits. we got some money
in a hat. we paid more money to get in to the subway than we got from
donations, but no biggie. we'll get it all back in karma. that's the
way karma works, you see, if you do dances for strangers for free,
eventually you'll get paid. in kisses. or restraining orders....

Later, on the way to Andrews "most-eligible-batchelor" pad, dan was like, oh no, our breaks are out. then we decided that we needed a new vehicle and we traded some guy for his h5 limorave 5000. 

We were all getting along fabulously until joan started keeping all the yellow skittles to herself. Bochay totally called her out on it and feathers flew. it was a vile fued, minutes later the blood stains on the buses interoir call the fight to an and, and Joan, victorious once again, finished off her skittles with the pride of a lion, dragging a zebra carcass across the Sahara on a sweltering summer day.

After a full evening of subway shenanigans, we put our sweet loins to rest.

Tomorrow is a new day,  Our dreams are filled with possibilities, told eight counts at a time.  The promising scent of fabulous dance is in the air.  or maybe thats just b.o.  i dunno,  i can't tell.   night night.

-Spandex Wrecks