Don't Ask Me

[OK, so Halloween wasn't that bad. John and I went over to Gary and Mark's. Leah, Danny from Santa Rosa, and Kenny from Houston were all there getting dressed. I was exhausted from a 4:30AM stress attack, and thought I'd just hang out with the group without dressing up. Somehow, a couple of beers into it, everyone, including John and Sean (who showed up late) talked me into it. Danny had brought several spare costumes, so I ended up as some weird-ass pharaoh, with lots of bare torso, midriff, and legs. John stuck by his guns, went home, and didn't face the Castro maelstrom.]

[Costumes: Gary was a sexy caveman (damn his olive skin and gym regimen), Leah was his cavewoman, Mark was a gladiator, Danny was Skimbleshanks the Railway Cat (left over from his days as Darius in some rep company's production of "Jeffrey."), and Kenny was someone from the Renaissance, oh let's say Mercutio. Sean was himself in a black t-shirt and jeans.]

[We stopped at the Pilsner nearby for a couple of pitchers, ran into Andrew (who no one sees since his Relationship), and dragged him along with us thru the crowds. If you haven't experienced it, it's hard to describe. The three blocks of Market between Church and Castro, and then Castro between Market and 19th are a solid mass of humanity, about half in costume. It's loud, it's drunken, and it's not some people's cup of tea.]

[We made our gradual way thru the mob, seeing at least two men dressed as the crazy guy who walks around downtown S.F. with an "Impeach Clinton" picket sign. Devil horns, of the type circuit queens have been wearing for the better part of the year, were verrrrry common. Someone was encased in a large, real-looking Christmas tree, over which several elves swarmed, rehanging ornaments which had fallen off.]

[We ducked into a couple of bars, where complete strangers plied us with peculiar homemade cigarettes. Sean and Kenny, who had just met, decided they liked each other well enough to plunge into a dark corner at Uncle Bert's for in-depth labiolingual examination. After running into a bunch of Leah's cronies from her night job outside Moby Dick, and waiting forever to get a drink, we decided the bloom was off the rose, and headed back to Gary and Mark's. Don't ask me how I ended up asleep on their sofa with Danny and Leah. Don't ask about my ugly journey home at 6:30 in the morning. Don't ask me how I got thru work yesterday without falling asleep -- plonk! -- on my keyboard. Just join me in thanking the spirits of All Hallow's Eve for a fun evening without drama or irreversible mayhem.]

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