Halloween was epic. The subway trip alone was epic–ingenuously, the MTA decided Hallowee night was a GREAT time to do some construction work and cut service. Yes, an epic subway trip.
My costume was an epic mess–nobody could guess that I was Shirley Temple. I blame it on my failure to create the necessary curls. Oh, well. Maybe next year.
The parade was epic. Zombies danced Thriller and ghost heads waved into the crowd’s faces. And it rained. It rained on our parade–but it didn’t really matter. It was fun, and that’s what’s important.
And the crowds were epic. So many different mutants, cross-dressers, animals, Michael Jacksons, princesses, and Jesuses converged into the streets of The Village that life was overflowing. Sometimes drunken life. Funny drunken life. I have never seen so many happy drunks in my life.
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