All Hallow's Eve, the night when everyone goes through their closets or secondhand stores or WalMart and picks up whatever they can find to make them look, um, different.  This year we spent it with a hundred or so of our closest friends at the Caledonia Motor Inn in Viking, where replacement drummer Jim Sheets kept the train chuggin' along.

To round out the evening, what did we see?  Ah, yes, a costume brawl!  Pimps duking it out with Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Alien vs Predator, Freddy vs Jason, a cop who wasn't a cop getting his bell rung by a hooker who, well,  probably isn't a hooker... if you think it's hilarious in the movies, you shoulda been there!  Thankfully the Holden fan club who comes out to TCat gigs fairly often was held not responsible for this affair, which we can attest to.  The cops, however, weren't as charitable to them, but we'll leave our choice comments between us cats.  Ballroom Blitz indeed!

Jim arrives, and the Great Work begins	Simon under the disco ball, about to throw a weird javelin	Bruised Knee. "Are my drums thataway?" And check out that fantastic poster on the wall beyond!	Simon's costume - he lets his weasel out of his pants	This bunch did not, I repeat not, start the fight.
Free beer from Death!	Peace be with you, too, Mr. Twisted Skeleton of Ghosts Come Back to Haunt Us	More souls quietly (for now) haunting the bar...	And here, changed for the second set, is Brother Simon, of the Order of the Amps That Go To Eleven	Simon and Roger warn you not to drink too little...
...or else you'll look like this permanently.	That is an official Chinese, um, official's hat, nicked from, well, China.	Thou Shalt Rock, and Play Thine Instruments	Roger says he agrees wholeheartedly.	Bruised Knee does too, but he's a Buddhist, so he figures your yin should more or less match your yang.