The real spectacle, of course, was the crowd, all kitted out in their somber best for the big event. The universal theatricality of it all completely wiped away my initial disappointment with the town, and that afternoon drinking cheap wine and contentedly bopping to minor keys was one of the most at home moments I have had in all of my travels. My only problem was containing my goofy grin – it was a goth party, after all.