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The party, which was to take place at Izzy Bar (166 First Avenue in the East Village), would launch the premiere of Mistress Evita's new cable access show "Nightstalkers." Once I was dressed, I made my way down to CBGB with my best friend Mellissa, Lady J, and her date for the evening, to see my favorite New York City horror band belt out one of their fine ghastly sets.

The Serpenteens are fronted by the seductive George Grant on vocals, known as Fang Alphamayle to the initiated, and complemented by the incomparable talents of Bub Romero on bass, John Carcass on lead guitar and a fresh replacement on drums (whose name I'm afraid I don't currently know).

I made my way up front, battling camera people for a glimpse of the band. (One of the video photographers present, by the way, was none other than B-Movie mogul Mr. Creepo, who would be shooting the performance at Izzy Bar.) I finally made it to stage front; it didn't take long until I was mesmerized by the canine ferocity that Grant possesses as he howls his way into song after soul-swallowing song.

Cranking out ditties like "Satana" and "(Please Be My) Zombie Bride," they had me swooning in the front row and slurping at my vodka cocktail to quench my unnatural thirst. The Serpenteens have a way of getting under my feline skin like few other bands in this town can. Other notable tunes included "More Than Human," "Speak His Name," and "Silver Bullet," all of which had the audience rocking their way straight into the underworld. The band consistently puts on amazing, energetic performances, harnessing and capturing the souls of everyone who witnesses their rock-and-roll horror show. Tonight was certainly no exception.

After the Serpenteens' encore, I headed to Izzy Bar for my own performance in "What Is Fetish?" My friends and I wound up stuck in traffic so I frantically applied my sequined pasties in the back seat of the cab. The driver didn't seem to mind too much, even when in my haste I spilled a little spirit gum on his upholstery.

When we finally arrived, I took the stage with Violet in black wings, Leda in white wings, Yanira in chainmail, and Mellissa decked out in a black-lace bodysuit. Leda pierced Violet across her back with 12 needles and then pierced me across the chest and stomach, all while we writhed and danced for Creepo's camera. After the show, I planted a kiss on Evita, grabbed my friends and headed right back to CBGB as promised to finish off the night with the Serpenteens.

At the bar we had a few beers, musing over some of the wonderful Halloween costumes that were floating around the room. My favorites were "Our Lady of Guadalupe" and the decapitated clown suit designed and modeled by none other than former NY Rock Confidential columnist Didi Delicious, who won the $100 prize for best costume.

Several other bands were playing, but I was pretty pickled by that point, so I stuck to the bar with my friends. I watched the crowd for awhile, spotted Nickie Fuse, the guys from Blowtop, and J-Sin Trioxin of Mr. Monster and continued to party until the bar lights came on.