if you saw a sparkly pink-clad woman storming down St. Marx on a mission, that was me

After my show, I went to see the band Volcano at Lit in the East Village. (I've mentioned Volcano before, due to the lurid interest factor of bands with twins, but they were really quite good; you can hear them here.

After Volcano, I had a hell of a time finding some dumplings. You'd think that if you ever wanted dumplings on Monday at midnight, the East Village would be a pretty good bet. Nope. I eventually found some gyoza from an underpatronized sushi place, but I really wanted Chinese dumplings, not Japanese. Damn you, Dumpling Man, for being closed!