Best Halloween ever.

Sara, Ian, his boyfriend, and myself, had a Halloween adventuuuure. We left her apartment around 11 to go to The Escape for frivolity. While waiting for the train, this guy, who was drunk off his ass started talking to us, He said his name was Johnny Love. He stated that he started out the day as Adam, but he got to cold, so he was Batman instead....but then he gave both costumes to some Subway employee to hold onto for him.....he was drunk, I don't know. He followed us onto the train, and went on how he lost his lip-ring, and how nice we were. He wandered off to talk to someone else eventually. I wonder if he ever found his costumes?

When we got off at Pioneer Square, there was a girl dressed up like Max from "Where the Wild Things Are", who was full of wonder and love, who we danced around with, and then she showed us the way to a gay club, my first club-The Escape- which was fun, if not awkward at times. Especially with the gay- and not the good kind- little thing they did with the light show, and performance art. "Lazer beam-beam-beam-beam...." They just spun around this thing that had dismembered doll parts hanging from it (wat). And while we danced, there was this majestic drag queen in pj's and hair-rollers in his hair, looking over and protecting his mighty kingdom. When I started getting more comfortable, and not becoming rigid every time someone touched me, I danced with this guy with glitter on his face. Well, more like he rubbed his ass all over my crotch, but whatever, it was cool. I had my hand grabbed by random people a couple times, and had to act before they found themselves on someone's junk and then burned off. There was this little Autumn fairy girl with the BIGGEST BREASTS I'VE EVER SEEN. EVER. HOLY GOD. She was little, but she was at LEAST a DD. And they were well shaped and everything. Good for her. And there was this black guy, very muscular, he was a Voguer, and he danced a lot. Under me and everything; good thing I was wearing pants. And boy he could daaaance. Everyone was making out and all this stuff. Fucking nuts. I saw a friend there, he was a corpse bride, and what a lovely bride he was.

I saw the Martians from Sesame Street/The Muppets (yepyepyep), and mother fucking Jack Skellington in Portland when we were waiting to get into The Roxy to eat. And what may have been Bellatrix Lestrange(fapfapfap). Or maybe Amy Winehouse. (not so fap).



Then, when we got on the train to go home, Jack Skellington was on the same train, same car with us, along with this old African man, and awesome middle aged woman, who said we made her day. Jack asked what we all went as. I was a witch at the beginning of the day, and then abandoned that before we went out. I put on a flannel shirt and jeans, so comfortable. He said, "Ah! You must be a hill-billy!" I replied, "Well, we've been trying to pass it off as a lumber-jill thing. But, no, this is what I actually wear at times. There's a reason why I was a The Escape." To which plunged my friends into hysterics.

It was a far cry from going trick-or-treating, but it was a good day.