Current mood:

exhausted

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