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Saturday, August 29th, 2009
6:18 pm	Dream Team Ok, so the end of the world or zombie invasion of tax collectors are at hand.  The Ghost Busters are busy, who do you call?  What's the ultimate dream team of 5? conceit 1) fictional characters conceit 2) presumed to be totally loyal to you Here's what I came up with: 1) Ender (Andrew) Wiggin, from Orson Scott Card's novels, the first being Ender's Game 2) Locke Lamora, from Scott Lynch's novels, the first being The Lies of Locke Lamora 3) Eugenides, from Megan Whalen's novels, the first being The Thief 4) Heero Yuy, from the manga/anime series Gundam Wing 5) Edward Elric, from the manga/anime series Fullmetal Alchemist You've got wisdom, brains/cunning, brute force and bizarre useful powers.  Unbeatable.  Yeah, I'm bored. Current Mood: thoughtful (Comment on this)
Saturday, August 15th, 2009
10:01 pm	Rotten Groton Got home yesterday morning and I've been enjoying the green and how nice everything smells.  There's a ton of crickets and cicadas and probably some peepers too so it sounds as good as it smells and I won't even go into how pretty the wildflowers along the roadsides are.  Today we went out to Groton Old Home Days, a tiny town faire.  You can walk across the town in the time it takes me to get halfway to my subway stop.  We parked at the edge and waked around, avoiding most of the faire stuff.  There was the annual art show in the bank which we enjoyed.  We both fell in love with a bayou painting - the swamp at night.  I also fell for one that had a Squire-like style of a corner in Groton in winter with one of those stocking lamp ornaments up.  It was nostalgic. From there we meandered, checked out all five or so of the shops.  One was a hobby shop with ten tons of dollhouse miniatures.  I adore those and had a ball with Ma.  I got a tiny jack-o-lantern and a pull-chain commode.  It's too cool.  Ma got a tiny trivial pursuit.  We saw some cool pewter in one store, including  a set of pewter salt cellars with spoons.  There was a huge place with everything where I got some cards and a strange root beer.  There was also one store that smelled of barn in the rain.  It was dark and big with lots of stuff that made no sense.  The guy in it kept talking to me and didn't seem all there.  I hightailed it.  We took off right before their parade and wento to Courtland.  Had Applebees for dinner but it was a disappointment.  We went to Price Chopper after and stocked up on cheesebread and spinach bagels and other such goodies.  We were going to do HP tonight in theaters but dinner waged war so we're just hanging out.  I can't quite point to what about today was perfect.  The sun, the smell, Ma, backroads and a bunny in somebody's yard.  It was wonderful, even the icky dinner.  *This* feels like summer.  This feels like the season of the Queen. Current Slash: Not Over by Your Cruise Director Current Mood: giddy Current Music: cicadas (Comment on this)
Thursday, August 6th, 2009
12:16 am	Diary of a Witch So, it's been a very, uh... interesting summer.  Much change has occurred and lots of things have sucked huge hairy gorilla balls.  Everything is about down the road and not the road under my feet.  On the one hand, not too surprising.  I graduate soon, I'm getting a house to renovate, and everyone's been wearing hats with mercury in them (it's the only explanation I've got).  So there's all that. This afternoon, on my way home, I saw a single pinkwhite magnolia up in the leaves of the tree on my corner.  It perched up there in all the oldjade green like something the Buddha was going to pop out of.  It's August.  There aren't magnolias in August.  They happen in early spring.  I stared at it then I went home. This evening on my way home from McCann's, I saw a shooting star.  I was so startled that I thought for half a second that it was a really, really fast plane.  Then I realized that anything moving that quick wouldn't have lights anyway.  Ergo - shooting star.  Or aliens, but I'm not building a bunker. Oh, and did I mention that it's a full moon?  And that tonight I found out I get to keep my black cat?  Let me just say: being a witch rocks. Current Mood: enchanted Current Music: Disturbia (Comment on this)
Saturday, August 1st, 2009
1:11 am	Lughnasadh For All So, I found out that technically, witches' holidays begin on the night before. I haven't quite wrapped my head around that one, but it is proving very helpful now. Tomorrow Julie's coming over for dinner (more on that later) and she's staying over because she has a gig in town the next morning. What prompted this was Alex's announcement of heading for sunny California, a Mercedes and the Good Life. I'm trying to figure a way for the rent to stay at 600 rather than rising to 900, but already there's a wrench in the idea of Julie moving in because Alex wants to leave in October. On Halloween to be exact. I could just shoot that girl. Anyway, I just got my first Japanese cookbook on Wednseday at the Asia Society (while writing poetry - yetch!) and I wanted to try it out asap. What better excuse than a holiday and a buddy. Anyway, with all this, I had to do the religious part tonight. Tomorrow it's steamed red snapper, cabbage fritters, and miso eggplant plus some of those tiny crunchy fish and either cookies (pillsbury) or an interesting mango custard for dessert. Oh yeah - and wine!! Good times. I tried the miso sauce today on my summer squash and it was pretty good. Cross fingers! Happy Lughnasadh to all and to all a good night! Current Slash: Wordsmith's 'Spike's Boys' Current Mood: bouncy Current Music: the fan (Comment on this)
Saturday, January 31st, 2009
1:38 am	Moving I’m in the midst of 10 tons of boxes and an equal number of “oh shit!”s. I think I found sentient life when I cleaned out my refrigerator. For some reason, however, the thousands of boxes I seem to recall cluttering up the place have reduced to a few small specimens which are doing little to contain my worldly possessions. I’m partway through the kitchen and not even started on the bathroom. The clothes are willy-nilly as this is not a clean move and I’m sure that in 10 days time I’ll find I’ve got nothing. Moving is quite bad enough. Moving mostly at one time then the rest 15 days later, after en extended stay in a closet in a basement is the sort of thing that gets you writing about wizards, tin men and clams. This just can’t be healthy. Between the mice (oh boy are they at it again and also apparently the kind of mice which think D-Con is candy) and the 300 or so whoopses I can only sleep around three on the train home. Yeah. Stressed. On the other hand – new place!! Cat! Sushi! Astoria! Brand new stove! NO MICE! It does kinda balance. So the new place is in Astoria, the last stop on the NW line. It’s another 15 minute walk from the train to the apt, but I don’t mind. I could use the exercise. It’s the top floor of a family house. Downstairs are Jenny and …. her guy (very nice, a set designer) 3 cats and 3 dogs. I even like the dogs. There’s an organic grocery nearby as well as a real bakery and many, many restaurants. The laundry is close and There’s a CVS by the train. I think I actually (through no fault of my own) made it to heaven. Now all I gotta do is wait for the park to open. Current Mood: exhausted Current Music: The sounds of Atlantic Ave (Comment on this)
Monday, January 26th, 2009
12:19 am	Squash & Potato Fritters Squash & Potato Fritters 1 sm carnival squash, cooked ½ pkg of made-up butter & herb mashed potatoes (instant) ¾ tsp baking powder 1/3 cup corn meal ½ cup flour ¼ tsp salt Sage, allspice,tyme, pepper, onion powder & garlic powder to taste Dash tobasco --Mix, Fry in canola, serve with haggis Current Mood: artistic (Comment on this)
12:14 am	Memories 5 Days Old So Obama’s been president for 5 days. I’ve heard good things about funding to family planning clinics and stem cell research. That’s not really what I want to write about though. In a certain way I want to forget Tuesday January 20th. It certainly didn’t go as planned. I still squirm a little in embarrassment when I think about it. Still, it was a moment and perhaps in a year I’ll want to remember it. So here it is. I got up at 12:30 am, dressed and went down to the lobby to meet Melissa from Michigan. I’d known her for all of 2 days, but I rather liked her. I wore the new blue turtleneck, the turquoise Zuni jewelry I’d bout and the little stretch Obama bracelet. Not to mention 2 pr socks and various other articles of warmth. I grabbed the green silk bag, already packed, and took off. I was in the Marriot Wardman Park, 5054 with Keri from Missouri. Melissa was already downstairs in her red wool coat – my best way of picking her out in a crowd. We headed off at 1:00, intending to walk into downtown Washington (if such a place exists), eat on the way and be plenty early for the mall to open at 4 am. First we walked the wrong way for about ten minutes. After consulting a map, we turned around, found the bridge we should have crossed and followed Connecticut right down to the mall area. On our way we stopped at a strange little diner-type joint with bright weird walls and good food. I had an omelet with spinach, swiss and tomatoes and she had some kind of chicken wrap and a little bowl of fruit. I also got to have chocolate milk, a big treat. After breakfast we continued on, finally reaching the end of Connecticut and beginning the walk down from 19 to 3. Around 6 things began to look sketchy, and one theme of the walk had been the very few people around as we did it – a fact which both made us nervous and elated us. On the one hand we worried we’d fucked up somehow, on the other it looked like we’d get a choice spot on the mall. We were turned back at 3 and the impression was given that it was a ticketed entrance only. We walked back to 6 and waited there a while. I sat on a concrete traffic block and we talked to a man who’d left home three days ago and slept on the streets since then just to be there that morning. As we had both cooled down a lot while not walking, we had a great deal of respect for his resilience. We were finally shooed off to 7, where we waited in a like about ¾ of a block long for about an hour. It was cold. I cannot stress the unbearable cold that was beginning to drive me out of my mind, along with the knowledge that I couldn’t get out of it for at least 8 hours and might be trapped longer. We alternately shivered, bounced on our feet and went tiredly still. Though we’d chattered like magpies for most of our acquaintance, Melissa and I began to talk less and later there would be hours where we barely said anything to each other. Past four, the line began to move at a much faster clip, till we were practically running down the street and around the corner. We went down to the intersection past which the check point was set up and stalled. At first we were at the edge of the crowd, but as people milled we edged in further. Shortly it became impossible to tell just where we were in the mass of people, the only references being the buildings. Dawn. The crowd had moved little and was agitated, though only vocally. Occasionally someone would begin a chant, the subjects ranging from ‘let us through’ to ‘Obama!’. Melissa and I got talking to a pair of girls in front of us who tried to pass the time singing. I functioned as teleprompter for the 60’s songs. We warmed from the body heat of the crowd, but our feet froze into hard, aching little lumps. The sky reddened then blued out and became lighter. To our left a group of policemen had gathered at a window overlooking the intersection n in which over a thousand of us were packed. At first we shouted at them and waved, smiling while they took pictures. As the crowd remained immobile feelings turned and I, among many, flipped the gawpers off. The remained there for the rest of the morning, eventually joined by soldiers who also took out cameras and chattered to each other. At some point, perhaps just after twilight, a chopped took to circling us and a rumor began that a policeman was missing. The truth of that I can not verify, but multiple times chains of cops on foot or on bikes would wend their way through the crowd. The mall, as far as we had known, was to open at 4. By dawn we were all wondering what had happened. There was no one to ask and a sense of helpless frustration was in everyone. Around 8 I called first Lauren then Ralph, hoping that they had some information from the news. Neither did, though it was suggested that the mall was full. I attempted to find information online but could get nothing. Long after the two girls (Texas and Jersey) had stopped singing, an older black woman who we’d been next to for hours began to sing We Shall Overcome. I joined, as did a few others, though I doubt many knew the words. After the song I spoke to the woman. She was a schoolteacher and had been in the Carolinas (Birmingham, presumably )for the bus boycott. She was intensely emotional, though I might have been as well. I tanked her for Birmingham, she thanked me for electing Obama. I think, of all the things that haunt me, the greatest is her. I hope she made it to the mall. Lots of people had given up and made their way out of the crowd. I had even wished to early on after a few quiet panic attacks from the press of the crowds. One girl near us had left, and just after 9 we heard form the companion she’d left behind that she was on the mall. There was a hurried discussion. Our ‘line’ had begun to move at 8, but security was letting them through just four stations one at a time and there was no guarantee we’d make it through in time to see anything. Added to that, we had found out that this was the entrance for the parade, not the inauguration. There was supposed to be a way through but I was skeptical. Finally, cold, tired, frustrated and still hopeful, we left. There were many of us, the singing girls, the boy who’s girl had started it, others that had stood nearby. We pressed uncomfortably through the crowd, apologizing the whole way. Once free we broke into half-runs practically frolicking. It got both warmer and colder. Walking, our feet warmed, but our faces and general body temps froze. We were headed for 19, back where Melissa and I had come from. The streets looked apocalyptic. There were no cars, just scores of people walking and blown pieces of abandoned trash. At times there would be other lines for checkpoints which we skirted. There were sometimes vendors as well, selling food and the ubiquitous Obama merchandise. There was a quick discussion of whether to stop at the Hard Rock Café that the conference had supposedly rented for us, but we decided to go on and try to get to the mall in person. We were all punchy and weaving, our feet feeling swollen and teetery, as if the soles were rounded. There was no way in at 19, but an officer directed us up 19 to I. It was about 10:00 am. We got to I and began down it. We hit a dip from which we could see the street in front of us. There were thousands. Like a holy day at Mecca, the pilgrims were thousands strong. I turned around. I badly wanted to see the inauguration live and couldn’t bear the thought of waiting in that crowd and missing it entirely. I walked away and no one came with me. I put on Rent and walked on anger back to the Hard Rock. Arriving to find out that it had not been properly booked I was barely surprised. It was par for the course for the conference. I walked 10 blocks back to the press building. The middle schoolers were on their way out, debunking the rumor that they had gotten ticket when we hadn’t. I was directed to the 13th floor where I was told there was hot chocolate. In the ladies’ I broke my necklace (only a link thank God, and easily fixed after some sleep) and discovered that after having my hair down for hours, I looked like a homeless woman. I did what I could, put it up in a ponytail and went back out. There was no hot chocolate, but now that I didn’t have to worry about holding it for hours I had a sweet, milky coffee. I sat on the floor with my back to the wall facing a huge flat screen and waited. I slept through some guests, Aretha and Biden’s swearing in. I woke up for Yo-yo Ma and stood for Obama’s inauguration and speech, afraid that if I sat I’d be asleep again. Was I moved? Yes, but perhaps not as much as I’d have been in my own home and semi-sane. Was I grateful? Then? No. Now? Maybe. They served us tiny croissant sandwiches and chips which I ate while watching the benediction. I was pleasantly unangered by it. I stood for the Star Spangled Banner and left as soon as it was done. I took the metro to the hotel, cried in my bathroom, took a hot bath then fell asleep as if drugged. I did not attend the ball, choosing instead to commiserate with an equally depressed Melissa over incredibly good Japanese. The worst part? They had made it to the mall. Current Mood: contemplative (Comment on this)
Saturday, November 1st, 2008
11:54 am	La Verdad Just had door-to-door evangelist try to convert me. In Spanish. While I had been writing up an entry in 'boook of shadows'. Managed to speak spanishe on a dime & turned her down. Beyond tickled by all this. Current Mood: amused Current Music: Soul Man by Sam and Dave (Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 30th, 2008
11:01 pm	Night With Neil Saw Neil again tonight - 3rd time! Maybe NYC wasn't such a shitty idea after all, huh? Almost makes up for the smell and the fucking evil little mice. Lauren told me about the tour stop the night of the pub crawl and I met up with her after lunch with Alex today (see how social I can be?). It was up in Columbia, which was suitably snazzy and smelled like a college should. There was a hellacious line but Lauren had a spot and we weren't waiting to awfully long once things got moving. Got a pre-signed copy of The Graveyard Book then headed into the little auditorium. While we were waiting for his Holiness to appear I got talking to the lady next to me who turned out to be a research psychologist. We chatted about kinky sex and sadomasochism as a subculture and, more personally, as a rather queer hobby. She studied the psychological and social impacts of it all, I studied the lit and personal psychology of it. After that surreal little interlude Neil came out and gave one of his usual glorious readings (ch 1). He did questions after; the only one that sticks in my mind is this: What flavor of ice cream would Morpheus eat should he consume ice cream at all? Answer: Vanilla, as he would likely think that anything else was frivolity. Afterward I strolled to the 110th St C, chatting with Ma and giving her some odd, esoteric facts about vampires for somebody's daughter's paper. Dead curious about the paper. Current Slash: A Matter of Faith by McKay Current Mood: shocked (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, September 20th, 2008
1:21 pm	'Cause I'm sick that way http://mine.icanhascheezburger.com/view.aspx?ciid=2063900 Err, yeah. Current Mood: creative Current Music: Solsbury Hill - Peter Gabriel (Comment on this)
Sunday, August 17th, 2008
6:32 pm	A Street Fair on Lex? Yes ladies and gents, they closed down Lexington from around 55th to 42nd give or take a few. How they managed this without riots I have no idea but I saw it with my own eyes. I also saw $5 corn dogs with my own eyes which is a whole 'nother story. Me and Alex met at her Starbucks where she showed off her hat, then, having no other plan, we mingled with the fair. This is not hard to do. By the time you've gone 2 blocks you've seen everything your going to. After that it just repeats. I kid you not. I could count on one hand the unusual booths they had, most of which corresponded to a shop behind them. One we got to Grand Central we were heartily sick of smoothies, roasted corn, arepas and the same 6 dresses. We strolled into GC and I introduced Alex to the wonders of the food court under there. After that, of course, we went to Union Square. I'm beginning to think I should just sleep on the benches as I'm there so much. Bought a pretty blue tank top to show of the ink for 6 bucks and *shh* a Ganesh ring at the street fair for 3 corn dogs (yeah, I did it all just for that line). Also noticing that doing laundry in the bathroom sink kinda rocks. Current Slash: Diana William's Highlander stuff. Not so bad, not so good. Current Mood: complacent Current Music: 3 Dog Night (Comment on this)
Thursday, July 24th, 2008
8:09 pm	Victory Stroll Classes are finally over. Today was the spanish final - easy as pie. I walked out and thought 'now what?' I actually have a whole month off, nothing but tutoring to do and that's hardly an every day kind of job. So it occured to me that a) my backpack was light and b) I had to go to Chelsea Market or it would be ramen for dinner. So I took a stroll. I wandered from 68th and Lex to Amsterdam, then walked down that till it turned into 10th. Around then I realized how close to the river I was and that there was supposed to be a river walk. I went over and found that. The air was surprisingly refreshing. I meandered down to 15th and walked back over to 9th to do my shopping. Including strange loops, exploration and general city-planning I walked about 75-80 blocks today. I saw: the stables of the mounted NYPD; a garbage barge; a 'correctional facility'; the Circle Line dock; a helipad complete with landing helicopter; a strange glass leviathan of a building(no, no, this one was *really* weird); 2 gas stations; the backside of the Javits Center; Law and Order Way; the Chelsea docks; a children's center complete with climbing wall; a car show room; a classic mechanics shop; a strange closed museum that won't be open for 69 more days; the backside of the Chelsea Market; a Dippin' Dotts that sold only bannana flavor; a weed garden; La Guardia High School; a statue for MLK Jr.; John Jay; a church with windows very similar to ST. Paul's and a *lot* of tourists. Also - my main grocery bill for the week or more - $21. I LOVE Chelsea Market. Current Mood: curious Current Music: Land Down Under - Men at Work (Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 28th, 2008
3:46 pm	Victory Just got a call from the bird rescue that hosted Qiao. He's doing well and was sent off to starling school to learn to forage. He's gonna be a real birdie! A toast to the gods, the rescue center, and one brave baby! Current Mood: jubilant Current Music: An internal marching band (Comment on this)
Sunday, May 11th, 2008
2:59 pm	Qiao Meet Qiao! He's a baby starling (who might not actually be a 'he') I met on Atlantic, of course. He made a kamikaze leap from a nearby building covered in barbed wire. He seems to be fond of kamikaze leaps as a matter of fact. I'm not so sure he's all that bright. I'm bound and determined that he'll fare better than poor Cab, however, and it looks like my wishes will come true. A New York City wild bird rescue (yeah...too weird) has been of *huge* assistance and Qiao will be making his home with them as of tomorrow. In the meantime I feed him soaked cat food, blueberries and ... meal worms every 2 hours. For the record, meal worms are GROSS. On the same thread, chopsticks are the greatest tools know to man and brilliant for staying far from the worms. It's mommy's day and I'm a mommy. I've even gotten "Happy Mother's Day"'s from gents on the street. On that note, witness this as the proof that my Mommy, (Qiao's grandmommy, heh)is the greatest ever: I call her frantic about what to do with a baby bird, she tells me what she knows and comforts me, never shocked, never thinking I'm being silly. She's wonderful. Hopefully news of Qiao's continued survival will be a good Mommy's day gift till I get home. Wish Qiao well! Current Mood: indescribable Current Music: Peter, Paul & Mary (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, April 20th, 2008
1:18 pm	Pink Limo Saw a pink limo on 69th a couple a days ago. That's it really. Custom, pink limo with some kinda gold hood ornament that mighta been Atlas or mighta been the pervy David (ok, no, I didn't really see it that well but come on...). Yeah. It made my day. Current Mood: relaxed Current Music: Hey Ho - Tracy Grammer (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, February 7th, 2008
6:09 pm	Halfdan the Generous-with-money-but-stingy-with-food So - good day. I looked at myself in the subway car's window and was thinking, more or less, "Yeah, I rule." That's aways a good day. I've got a great job, my classes are going well, I've got my own place and I ate cauliflower for dinner last night. I'm clearly doing well. I feel I've hit most of my goals for twenty. Hell, I'm even exercising regularly. I start work next wednesday and I've already got my schedule. I have weekends and fridays off, which is good for having company from upstate. Mostly I'm working afternoons and nights. On a random but hysterical side-note, according to 'The Making of England to 1399', page 110, footnote 24, there was a Viking with the moniker Halfdan the Generous-with-money-but-stingy-with-food. This made my day. Slash: Wandering through the archives at Yuletide. Currently in the Fairy Tales section and loving it. Current Mood: accomplished (Comment on this)
Monday, January 28th, 2008
10:36 pm	Spring '08 at Hunter Well, I've been to all of the spring classes as of now. I love Haddrell already, it took all of 30 seconds. She's talky but funny as hell and engaging. It's more than enough for me. Down-to-earth too, she knows what being a student is like. I already hate the physics prof- he was 20 minutes late to the first class and didn't even appear to care. That's not the trouble though; the trouble's not even his fault. Apparently at Hunter you HAVE to take Physics lab and lecture together to get a grade. Nobody told me this and there's no way to fix it now. Either I'll have to drop it or audit. Crap. The rest of the teachers seem alright if not all that exciting. We'll see how they turn out as we all settle in. Tomorrow I've gotta make an appointment with the Cornell clinic. My cold has taken up permanent residence and moved into my ears too. Ma read me the riot act - pretty nicely actually, she knows how shitty I'm feeling - so into the evil doc's office I go. I don't mind so much actually, at least I'm more likely to get well fast. I'd do anything to be healthy at this point. I may not have mentioned this, but NYC while you're sick is pure, unadulterated hell. Big job interview tomorrow - here's to luck! Current Slash- was reading 'Gauntlet With a Gift In It' by the Mad Poetess and Josan X's 'Close Encounters of The Fourth Kind' might look up some more Josan Current Mood: sick Current Music: Sheila Chandra's 'Village Girl' (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 23rd, 2008
10:05 pm	Goodnight Dick Have you heard the one about twelve tractors and a goat? Current Mood: weird Current Music: Laugh-In's Theme (Comment on this)
Monday, January 21st, 2008
12:29 pm	Ode to the Departing Moe Well, I'm back in Brooklyn for the foreseeable future. Winter break was nice, if hectic. Yule, Christmas, New Years and Ma's B-Day went well. The ride home wasn't too bad considering that I was still pretty sick for it. We tried the Gunslinger on audio and I must say, I hated it violently - if that's King's crowning jewel I think I'll avoid him entirely. Moe, my esteemed neighbor who's friends keep me up all night by shouting for him for hours on end, is leaving! While Moe himself was a nice enough fellow, I'm thrilled to see the 3 am opera cast depart. I celebrated with my new squiggly pasta; it was terribly exciting. It didn't call for anything more because contractors are coming. I don't mind the noise, but apparently when work is being done the pest problems increase dramatically for the neighbors. Yay, more roaches. It's about a normal note to return to NYC on, really. It's also slightly offset by my father's idea of a shopping spree. He gave me a grand and told me to go to town. I've never had so much fun money in my life and I had very little idea of what to do with it. Still, it was a pretty woman moment that will make up for most hell the next six months or so can offer. :) Current slash: none actually, but the last was Sabershadowkat's 'Cricket'. s/x, cute. Current Mood: cheerful Current Music: Sheila Chandra''s 'Prema, Shanti, Dharma, Satya' (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 31st, 2007
11:40 pm	Samhain meets Canal Street Holy shit. So I decided to go to the Village Halloween Parade. I figured that there would be huge crowds, I figured that there would be some seriously freaky costumes. What I didn't count on was that the wait to begin the parade was longer than the parade and that once you began the parade you couldn't get out again! There were cops every three feet making sure you couldn't get off the parade street and a million of those little port-a-fence things. New Yorkers are really touchy about their parades. Who knew? Ok - costume count: one Monopoly man, three Supermen, one Supersperm, three 6 foot inflatable dicks, one Johnny-on-the-Spot (a man in a port-a-potty), a giant hand held up by a dozen military people, Johnny the Homicidal Maniac (who we joined along with a cloud, a nymph/faerie/sprite and Pan - and boy were Johnny and Pan hot), three teams of Ghostbusters, one cast of Futurama, a million and six Jedi, one Chewbaka, one Alex from Clockwork Orange, five gladiators, three Jesus's, three Packmen, one Ipod, a lot of cross dressers, 9 stilt walkers (one a little girl on mini stilts), one little boy dressed up as the kid in Where the Wild Things Are, and a whole lot of things I couldn't identify but was very impressed by. It was interesting. My feet, shoulders, head and stomach are killing me, but I think it's been a pretty good All Hallows. I'm all set for All Souls and/or El Dia de los Muertos, too. I picked up a mexican skeleton driving a cart (the mule is soooo cute!) that I've named Squire. So Happy Halloween from Brooklyn and to all a good night. Slash: Alyjude's 'You're Already Gone' on my phone - J/B Current Mood: exhausted (1 Comment |Comment on this)