trauma-free halloween
yep. missed my extended deadline. i threw most of the assignment up onto the server of doom, knowingly neglecting some of the smaller bits and pieces so that i could at least get some of the weight off my chest to justify to myself the four hours i'd be spending at halloween in the castro. i had a stomachache of anxiety and felt just as stressed afterwards as before i'd transferred all my files over. it was anticlimactic and undone and frankly made me feel like a loser who couldn't get her shiz together even with an extension. some things never change.
anyway, while i sweated the details, dos equis went out to the drugstore to pick up costume parts for me. if, on halloween eve, you are sans costume and have little to work with and no time to think of something fun and creative and so opt to go as a witch (i know, i'm a loser. see above para), just know that all your boy will find left at the drugstore will be a green, sequined witch hat made of foam that you will have to hold onto your head all night because it will fall off at the slightest provocation.
also, do not give into the temptation to buy those gross fake teeth, because the instructions are enough to make a grown woman wanna gag. those instructions include steps like mashing two types of putty together and then mushing the mixture into a tray so that it oozes out of the tray's holes, and then putting the whole thing into your mouth before it hardens, after which it must stay there for several minutes to ensure a custom fit into your unique palate and gums. mmm, no thanks. i'm not too squeamish about most things, but dog damn that sounds disgusting.
dos equis wore a scary skull mask with a jester hat over it (you get a prize* if you can visualize this and guess what the costume represented), i put on my mish-mash of layers and my disco witch hat, and off we went to MUNI to the castro. packed trains, packed streets, everything you would expect. no public alcohol, but lots of people frying their fragile little egg brains on other substances. masses of people moving up and down the street, several samba drumming groups, people with beat boxes, costumes like a martini glass (the guy's head was the olive, and he had a big sheet of plastic around his neck, like a giant elizabethan dog collar).
miss J's performance started only fifteen or twenty minutes late, but then the sound system kept seizing and shutting off their music, and the crowd, though huge, was a bunch of zombies. a few people got into it, and did their own little dances in the street while they watched the group, but hardly anybody cheered. the drag queen hostesses were actually heckling the crowd for being so very dead. miss J and her crew performed excellently under pressure, though, and their routine rocked. as usual.
afterwards, we muscled our way back down market and a bunch of us managed to meet for a drink at café du nord, where we dominated the pool table, listened to odd punky rocky cover tunes, swilled gin & tonics (gin: yuck. tonic: yuck. gin AND tonic: hey! who knew? i guess everybody but me) and explained our costumes to each other. next year i'll think of something clever.
hey, but i voted today! did you?
* the pride of knowing that you are a stoner
anyway, while i sweated the details, dos equis went out to the drugstore to pick up costume parts for me. if, on halloween eve, you are sans costume and have little to work with and no time to think of something fun and creative and so opt to go as a witch (i know, i'm a loser. see above para), just know that all your boy will find left at the drugstore will be a green, sequined witch hat made of foam that you will have to hold onto your head all night because it will fall off at the slightest provocation.
also, do not give into the temptation to buy those gross fake teeth, because the instructions are enough to make a grown woman wanna gag. those instructions include steps like mashing two types of putty together and then mushing the mixture into a tray so that it oozes out of the tray's holes, and then putting the whole thing into your mouth before it hardens, after which it must stay there for several minutes to ensure a custom fit into your unique palate and gums. mmm, no thanks. i'm not too squeamish about most things, but dog damn that sounds disgusting.
dos equis wore a scary skull mask with a jester hat over it (you get a prize* if you can visualize this and guess what the costume represented), i put on my mish-mash of layers and my disco witch hat, and off we went to MUNI to the castro. packed trains, packed streets, everything you would expect. no public alcohol, but lots of people frying their fragile little egg brains on other substances. masses of people moving up and down the street, several samba drumming groups, people with beat boxes, costumes like a martini glass (the guy's head was the olive, and he had a big sheet of plastic around his neck, like a giant elizabethan dog collar).
miss J's performance started only fifteen or twenty minutes late, but then the sound system kept seizing and shutting off their music, and the crowd, though huge, was a bunch of zombies. a few people got into it, and did their own little dances in the street while they watched the group, but hardly anybody cheered. the drag queen hostesses were actually heckling the crowd for being so very dead. miss J and her crew performed excellently under pressure, though, and their routine rocked. as usual.
afterwards, we muscled our way back down market and a bunch of us managed to meet for a drink at café du nord, where we dominated the pool table, listened to odd punky rocky cover tunes, swilled gin & tonics (gin: yuck. tonic: yuck. gin AND tonic: hey! who knew? i guess everybody but me) and explained our costumes to each other. next year i'll think of something clever.
hey, but i voted today! did you?
* the pride of knowing that you are a stoner
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