On Saturday night, the least-likely-to-give-a-shit-person I know, my wife Rachel, was Caught In The Flash at DC9's Tease Dance Party, and now she is forever indelible on the hipster website, whether she likes it or not.
Postscript: Rachel's blog has been inoperational for months (in case you haven't figured that out). She is unable to access her account and its an unsolved mystery. So until further notice, don't bother checking it unless yon want to see my ugly mug at an Eagles of Death Metal show.
more from the tease dance party (the outtakes)...
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