i love halloween. it’s not full of consumerism and fake feelings like christmas. instead, it lets people be themselves, dress up like crackwhores or mork (from mork and mindy), and lets the kiddies rot their brains out. it’s also a great excuse to party, to get trashed, high, and fucked up in all sorts of ways.
considering all that, my halloween involved none of that.
me and jon met up with ian in sf. ian knew of a house party going on and some rave thing that was going to last from 12-7. but god was against us. as usual. everytime we tried to do something to get closer to our goals, something in the cosmos said “FUCK YOU!”
so we resorted to going to safeway and buying a shiny new bottle of happiness to cut our losses.
that bottle sure had a lot of joy. we stumbled from the marina to the denny’s in japantown. we almost got into a fight over rice. yes, RICE. but all was good and at 7am, i watched daylight creep upon the bay.
personal highlight of the night:
(i’m wearing my robot hat and the girl in the car ahead of us mouths something. jon opens the window.)
girl: hey, are you a photo camera or something?
jon: he’s a robot! (we pull up)
girl: wow! that’s awesome! that’s a very nice looking lunch bag! you’re creative.
me: (but it’s a hat…)