halloweenie.
never have i been in a town that takes this day of ghoulish fun more seriously. this is spooky on steroids, let me tell you. every night since saturday i've seen people traipsing about the city in outlandish costumes. yeah yeah, as ministry screeched, "everyday is halloween" in new york, but this week in particular is insanity. and on this, the day itself, i expect nothing less than mayhem.
the fun started last saturday, with a fete at possibly the nicest apartment ever. sure, that sounds like a major exaggeration, but this place was ridiculous. all 20 foot ceilings and chandeliers and fancy get-ups. a major downpour in between point A and point Party left us completely bedraggled, so we stuck out like wet thumbs in a sea of pretty this and pretty that. or is that sexy this or sexy that. what i mean to say is, the girls were all in various shades of hot.
i recycled my old slash costume, not the most attractive option, but certainly original for a lady. sadly, not original for a man, seeing that the host of the party was also slash. quick improvisation on my part turned my slash into "slashley" and all's well that ends well.
but of course, it didn't end there. there was another party on wednesday that saw another quick improvisation - a pair of stupid obama glasses and equally stupid sparkly headbands, and the democratic party was born. in a warehouse in williamsburg. mazel tov. this party was artsier, keg-gier. crazier. cartoonish animals mingled with geeky science fiction mingled with hipster hipster hoorah. very fun times, very friendly people. even a bit of a dance-off towards the end.
and finally, here we are on the day of days. naturally, there is a parade. i mean, why shouldn't there be one? doesn't it just makes sense to have a big celebratory march where people can celebrate, um, the legacy of trick or treating? well, even if it doesn't make any sense, it should be interesting. there's even a reenactment of the ferris bueller float scene. you know, the part where he leads the crowd in 'twist and shout'. not to mention the trillion random parties and warehouse functions. it's all almost a bit too cool for skool for me. or is that, uncool. i can't tell. regardless, i'll put my party face on, and venture out into the evening. because, well, that's what you're supposed to do in a new city. say yes to plans, regardless of how questionable they may be.
right? right?
never have i been in a town that takes this day of ghoulish fun more seriously. this is spooky on steroids, let me tell you. every night since saturday i've seen people traipsing about the city in outlandish costumes. yeah yeah, as ministry screeched, "everyday is halloween" in new york, but this week in particular is insanity. and on this, the day itself, i expect nothing less than mayhem.
the fun started last saturday, with a fete at possibly the nicest apartment ever. sure, that sounds like a major exaggeration, but this place was ridiculous. all 20 foot ceilings and chandeliers and fancy get-ups. a major downpour in between point A and point Party left us completely bedraggled, so we stuck out like wet thumbs in a sea of pretty this and pretty that. or is that sexy this or sexy that. what i mean to say is, the girls were all in various shades of hot.
i recycled my old slash costume, not the most attractive option, but certainly original for a lady. sadly, not original for a man, seeing that the host of the party was also slash. quick improvisation on my part turned my slash into "slashley" and all's well that ends well.
but of course, it didn't end there. there was another party on wednesday that saw another quick improvisation - a pair of stupid obama glasses and equally stupid sparkly headbands, and the democratic party was born. in a warehouse in williamsburg. mazel tov. this party was artsier, keg-gier. crazier. cartoonish animals mingled with geeky science fiction mingled with hipster hipster hoorah. very fun times, very friendly people. even a bit of a dance-off towards the end.
and finally, here we are on the day of days. naturally, there is a parade. i mean, why shouldn't there be one? doesn't it just makes sense to have a big celebratory march where people can celebrate, um, the legacy of trick or treating? well, even if it doesn't make any sense, it should be interesting. there's even a reenactment of the ferris bueller float scene. you know, the part where he leads the crowd in 'twist and shout'. not to mention the trillion random parties and warehouse functions. it's all almost a bit too cool for skool for me. or is that, uncool. i can't tell. regardless, i'll put my party face on, and venture out into the evening. because, well, that's what you're supposed to do in a new city. say yes to plans, regardless of how questionable they may be.
right? right?
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