Halloween Parties
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skonen_bladesMy god I love Halloween.
Going from party to party watching devils getting drunk and he-men getting high.
I saw a couple dressed as cave people having a drunken lover’s quarrel and it made me wonder how much has changed since the Mesozoic.
I sold my soul to the devil for the second time.
I saw a man-cow making out furiously with a cat-woman at a bus stop.
I saw The Joker, The Punisher, and Phoenix chasing after a cab.
My favourite moments at costume parties are when an equilibrium of alcohol is reached. Just enough to relax people but not enough to start making them act all totally goofy yet. They forget they’re wearing costumes and talk like it’s an average cocktail party. It cracks me up.
I saw a wookie catching up with a ballerina. I saw a vampire run up and hug a magician that he hadn’t seen in ages. A girl with blood all over her face asked me if there was anything in her teeth with zero irony. I saw a guy dressed as Bullwinkle the moose telling a humorous office-based anecdote to a man dressed as a super-hero.
The everyday strangeness of it makes my heart sing.
As I was stumbling home in my suit and tie and fedora (I was half of the Blues Brothers) I was walking through a sodium-streetlit yellow corridor of cobblestones in between a couple of old-school apartment buildings. There were a group of kids in jean jackets smoking off to the side.
One of them turned towards me and said to his friend “Whoa, dude. Look at that. Creepy.”
The other guy said “What’s creepy?”
And the first guy said “That guy there. You ever see the exorcist?”
And he said “No.”
Then they were quiet as I walked by.
As I passed them, one of them said to me. “It’s not so bad. Smoke some of this. You’ll feel better.”
I kept on walking.
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Going from party to party watching devils getting drunk and he-men getting high.
I saw a couple dressed as cave people having a drunken lover’s quarrel and it made me wonder how much has changed since the Mesozoic.
I sold my soul to the devil for the second time.
I saw a man-cow making out furiously with a cat-woman at a bus stop.
I saw The Joker, The Punisher, and Phoenix chasing after a cab.
My favourite moments at costume parties are when an equilibrium of alcohol is reached. Just enough to relax people but not enough to start making them act all totally goofy yet. They forget they’re wearing costumes and talk like it’s an average cocktail party. It cracks me up.
I saw a wookie catching up with a ballerina. I saw a vampire run up and hug a magician that he hadn’t seen in ages. A girl with blood all over her face asked me if there was anything in her teeth with zero irony. I saw a guy dressed as Bullwinkle the moose telling a humorous office-based anecdote to a man dressed as a super-hero.
The everyday strangeness of it makes my heart sing.
As I was stumbling home in my suit and tie and fedora (I was half of the Blues Brothers) I was walking through a sodium-streetlit yellow corridor of cobblestones in between a couple of old-school apartment buildings. There were a group of kids in jean jackets smoking off to the side.
One of them turned towards me and said to his friend “Whoa, dude. Look at that. Creepy.”
The other guy said “What’s creepy?”
And the first guy said “That guy there. You ever see the exorcist?”
And he said “No.”
Then they were quiet as I walked by.
As I passed them, one of them said to me. “It’s not so bad. Smoke some of this. You’ll feel better.”
I kept on walking.
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Date: 29 Oct 2007 22:25 (UTC)