two goth gals have a blast

Sunday morning, Michelle and I planned to go watch the sunrise from Greenwood Cemetary, scheduled for 7:16am. We went on bicycles. When we got outside, it was snowing. I remained determined although Mich could not ride her bike very well. We switched bikes and that helped. Also, I took the backpack, which had both Kryptonite locks in it, even though I told her not to bring them. We missed sunrise because it was light out by the time we got to 7th avenue. The snow was beautiful. We decided to turn back after getting some croissants. When we were two blocks from home, Mich said she was excited to get back into our cozy bed, and she started biking faster. We were going down a slight hill, and she couldn't stop when she got to the bottom. I was behind her. She tried to turn and the bike flipped onto its side. I didn't think she was really hurt until I saw the blood on the snow. It was also on her clothes, coming out of a gash in her chin. I was afraid it would need stitches because she doesn't have health insurance yet. She pressed her sweatshit hood against it while I walked the bikes home. She was crying like a little girl. I felt like it was my fault she got hurt.
This picture was taken on Saturday night at the Bell Room. It was our first time in there, despite living only a couple blocks away. We went to hear The Mugs play. They draw quite the crowd these days! I wasn't really feeling any of it though, and we left early.